My hope: a jolt of caffeine
will expand all this constraint
in temples, neck, clenched hand,
tight jaw, and all the inner spaces
filtered in gloom like creeping
through a musty tomb.
I’ve learned–when my cells cry
for water, lacking sustenance
of the only daughter–to listen
to the signals, subtle
that all this clanging tends
to muffle. Even so, I stretch
out flat, sleep the only cure
I can endure. In my deep
healing now, these pains
are rare. My new eccentric
lifestyle yields to care
for body heart and mind
and how the we affects
the complex connectionality.
But yesterday, a child of three
ecstatic after weeks to be with me—
the towers we built, the muffins
baked, the songs we sang
to geese beside the frozen lake–
he couldn’t nap, his inner joy
and power as I treasured this
young boy tuning in
to his questing heart, his demands
to know simply how electricity
moves through the house,
ignites the soul of you and me.
This last concept a bit too much.
He argued that it couldn’t be
that he was sourced by energy.
The climax reached, his powers ignited
and how to integrate all this excitement?
He leaned against my chest to hear
The Way We Work, so tired,
pointing at each illustration even so
determined to acquire
new balance as he ventures out
and then, climbs back into the
comfort of my lap again.
Listen to this poem on soundcloud here.