MANY THINGS ARE STILL REAL
if I look at the child
and she drops her glass
I made this happen
with my mind
when I am thinking
about it & the wind
picks up
I am encouraged
I am only able to see me
when I am alone
in my own car
when I can't tell
what I mean
when I say 'home'
& in the natural foods store
feeling living
I buy all the balms
I can
all my life
is seasons
needing their own winter
behind every great woman
is a mountain
she will leave
her children
at the base of
in every offering
I am both sides but
mostly the air around it
most things are
to be endured
another most is our choices
I don't know
the names of many trees
I don't know how to feel
about family
in the water I feel
like the only kind of fish
that fits in
the exactness of me
& naked
my blood changes colors
& tries to escape
I have more of it
coming
more sleep
another set
of fingers
with the wind up
I feel me becoming
but further on
up ahead
like a road
Posted 05/09/13