I spend the early dark of morning
in headphones
Eddie Vedder singing Cat Stevens
Gillian Welch and David Rawlings

writing poetry

Himalayan waterfalls and desire
too close to disclose
I swirl in sunrise and feeling
in my writing hour
I am alive

when motherhood calls

Jeb’s sunburn throbbing
his small red shoulders pull me
from foreign lands and eddies
back to thick aloe goo
soothing skin with words
blowing cool upon his back
easing tears

this morning
I am seeping liquid
spread out all over this world