by heather | Dec 4, 2012 | Poems
These mountains rub my nose into smallness, fill my belly with clinging as I crawl on their slopes seized by fear and shame. The chairlift was fine; I do not feel comfortable high on a string but could catch the glory there, see the ways of cedar and snow, the...
by heather | Dec 4, 2012 | Poems
Overwhelming is a word loaded with layers and I don’t yet know its true opposite. First all the ways I was told not to be: the way that overwhelming takes up space in the room, more than my fair share. And the way that overwhelming can scare...
by heather | Dec 4, 2012 | Poems
I have been rappelling in strange places and terrified alongside my joy in the views and I asked you for praise but really I meant something more essential, trusting you with my lifeline, asking you to stand guard with your strength where I need it, asking you...
by heather | Dec 4, 2012 | Poems
These gleaners feel wind on their faces as they move firmly on the earth, bent to their tasks. Hoisted like a scarecrow, fooling no one, my rags flutter in the same wind my scary, tender stance of invitation, broken, pointing in several directions at...
by heather | Dec 4, 2012 | Poems
It will be all right you said as I kept hurting you, throwing all this garbage. You were not smiling but underneath my tears and your silences, underneath all this panic of losing and being trapped of never finding and being tied to I heard the deep wave...
by heather | Dec 4, 2012 | Poems
Years ago I had the privilege of laughing through my tears at the wild intensity of water leaping where I had felt only barren. The laughter was for that deepest comedienne, the God who answered so lavishly, highlighting the smallness of my plea. And...
