Unknown

It rained on us
All the way to the hospital.
And she giggled,
As we went.

Giant drops splattering,
In conjunction with her laughter.

Her excitement at this adventure,
A singing bird,
Trilling away,
Unbothered.

"Please,
dear Lord,"
I prayed,
"May this always be an adventure
And not a harm."

I drove my precious,
Exclaiming,
Passenger
Through the downpour,
To the doors of the unknown.

Baby Yoda

 My daughter cried when my husband said he loved her more than Baby Yoda.

"But Baby Yoda is so cute!!!" she wailed.

Giant tears rolling down her pouting cheeks. 

Zola is like this,

The child I named after the earth,

Tranquility,

Is full of sun and storm.

Nothing is better than her joy,

Mischief and silliness,

Tiny kisses to wake you in the morning.

But her sadness is sudden,

and large.

A thunderstorm of sorrow.

The injustice of Baby Yoda,

Unkissed before bed, too much for her to handle.

Being loved by Zola is being filled to the brim,

Spilling over with her unconditional enjoyment of you.

Into the Darkness

There's a bird that chirps

Outside my window

All night long.

Singing a song into the darkness

And it makes me think

I might want to live

And sing my song

Out into the darkness too.

Bloom

It has been a desert here,
For too long
And I have grown thorns.

Folded into myself,
As my exterior grows sharper,
Safer,
Day by day.

I am unable to be devoured.
And if they try,
I leave a mark.
A remembrance to stay,
Far away.

But suddenly I have found
A flower
Growing in the axil.
Through the thorns.

She is small,
And I long to warn her,
The desert is not for life.
It is death
To any desire for flourishing.

But here she grows,
Undeterred.
Through the thorns.
Beautiful.

It has been a desert here,
For too long
Yet I have begun to bloom.

Savor

The other day we were talking about
Our transient community
And all the people we have loved
And lost because of life here.

And I said to Keeva,
"Things don't have to last forever to be beautiful"
And Keeva said,
"It's just like ice cream!"

So, We will savor each moment,
Like my child eats ice cream.
So slow that it melts into nothing
And we still find it sticky somewhere,
Long after we have thought it was
Washed away

Midnight Thoughts

This is the time when my brain starts to churn at a different speed. 
All day I spend reacting, solving, connecting,
dealing, and suddenly, when it is time to rest

The checklist resurfaces.
And I have completed nothing.