219/365 : my mama misses me

the North East misses me like
a quota--
a ratio of soul

my mother, though
misses me like
her own

218/365 : breath-fume, soft tunes

it's me and you, bedroom
breath-fume
soft tunes

one old skirt
tattered shirt

splattering wax one
candle at a time

burning through
to rapture

217/365 : the miracle of rising

How ridiculous--
I have been mad at myself
as if mad at a
sunrise
for not reaching
noon-day power soon enough.
I am missing the miracle
of rising.

216/365 : like tunnels

relationships end

like tunnels

after a long time coming

a whole world of light

gets bigger and bigger

than fear

215/365 : a sad flame

does a sad flame
burn blue?

Quietude,
hush me something

honest and revelatory--
blow out my lies

cover me in
honest goosebumps

wet tears
a whole face-full

of innocent
rapture

214/365 : the secret and the sacred

"The secret and the sacred are sisters",
wrote John O'Donohue

The soul is not meant
for a neon light of examination

Go into the darkness
With a bushel of sage
and a match

Let the scent of healing
be stronger
than the sound

213/365 : the immortal love

tell the truth, dear
the whole holy truth

this love
does not make you
feel immortal

and maybe that's okay