Friday, March 9, 2012

where i am

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I am north, with the northern lights and snow,
melting into newborn nephew snuggles
and marvelling
at how the smell of baby heals heart cracks

I am on a couch, or in a home, or curled
into a blanket or a conversation or the chance
to sleep in late

I am answering questions from a four year old beauty,
and asking my own too. Sleepover tomorrow;
hashtag: bliss.

I am ignoring my phone, and my email,
and listening instead to the hum of my life;
checking the silence with my finger on my lips.
I am examining steps, the what's nexts

I am finishing books and polishing ideas,
dreaming of characters
and thickening plots and wondering if
the books I hope to finish will be as good
or as worth it
as the books I just put down.

I am day dreaming, and dreaming of a life
where my days and my day dreaming
cease to be exclusive of the other.
Who is making these two an enemy?
Only I, the dreamer, the night listener, the
almost-ready-but-not-quite-er.

I think I'll pause
to examine tiny fingers and admire the chance
they still have to grow up
and change the current.

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2 comments:

Mama said...

O baby, O joy.

anita said...

Nothing specific to say. Just wanted to spend time in your presence.