by heather | Dec 4, 2012 | Poems
Like dolphins nudging injured swimmers I feel all the ways I have been floated into safety, moved by others’ buoyancy into new harbours. No heroic intervention, instinctive caring rises out of play and daily hunt, welcoming whatever visits no matter how...
by heather | Dec 4, 2012 | Poems
We said forever in the genuine hope of touching eternity, as if the protection of vague vastness could wrap separate the cold shiver of parting. But here the nakedness of separation shows falsity peeping through, not as a lie but a laying bare of unsafe...
by heather | Dec 4, 2012 | Poems
I walk up the hill in cold rain, aware of slipping on ice, and the hill rises to greet me, its sensual curves extending the field of my belly. I do not often walk this low to the ground; usually it is sky song filling my head. This is a greeting more...
by heather | Dec 4, 2012 | Poems
I have a funny book that makes me laugh, inviting me to read it and an email inbox full of other invitations and a friend in crisis and a world to save and a sink full of dishes and yes there are bills to pay and body hairs to pluck and family waiting for some...
by heather | Dec 4, 2012 | Poems
We can’t craft beauty, can only unveil it in sheer draperies one at a time, or pungent onion layers peeled, or even the tender horror of scabs off wounds. It will find us if we look, perching on our hearts that have grown like patient cedars to be homes...
by heather | Dec 4, 2012 | Poems
I am not finished, the carver said in dreamtime as he worked, carving diamond holes on the underside of a beak for a totem to be raised that same night in a town far away. It had seemed complete which is why the celebration was waiting and the carver was still...
