Welcome (21)

I sit, wordless, wondering what will come. Welcome, she says to me. Do not worry. All will be well. Words come, my self reassured by my self. All will be well. Don’t worry. Be happy. (Like the song says.) So simple. So true. So damn hard. I am weird and wonderful one moment, pulled into shark waters the next. But always, always find my way back again, tears drying on my face, something eased or healed inside me, blessings raining down, wetting my head.

Lunch (20)

I watch my lizard friend
cross the pavement
and stop
intent
and then I see the bee
flailing on his back.
Still, I do not expect
the lizard’s swift strike
or his fierce gobble.

First Tea (19)

My first cup of tea rests
on my belly
lime green rim
pink fabric
the Christmas fox queen
peeking up at me
and autumn sunlight
on golden tea
like a blessing.