Daughter
we must breathe, must we even
if it means creating the air
the way it's done in all the stories
all weeping and tyranny and laughter
your bright laughter, inflating the world
Mother
must we breathe? We must
each day the new creation, enduring
what will feel like endless miles
the way it's told in stories
alive, compelled to inflate the world
Wife
the secret: breathing, must touch
the air of all the new worlds
we are born in new each morning
like in those stories we write, smiling
at small beauties buried in the the world
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Mother’s Day Triptych 2024
Daughter
there is life after all the dying
moments of light stretched
become newborn skies
new worlds birthed in tiny footprints
build the scaffolding
that hold up the sun
Wife
there is life! after all, the dying
is just compost for the onslaught of days
we grow new universes
hidden in reflowering chive
this mud, this plot of earth
a garden as old
as our mountains, our river
Mother
there is life after all. the dying
is a life burning bright
memory is fuel, the days stretch
a grain of white sand beside jade water
a sun, this mud, an Eden no one knows
they already know how to enter
Mother’s Day Triptych
1. Mother
in sorrow beauty swims
life whittles to bone depth
yet all wounds are cauterized
with the memory suspended in tears
2. Daughter
in the memory of tears, joy
the great wound, a river, erodes
what the world makes on us
what remains we pass on
3. Wife
these remains, whittled
shaped by endless cross-currents
are built upon: this altar
to the immortal in We
crystallized in joyful tears