At last.

Today a thought floated
through my head, unbidden:
Oh, look. It really is all going to be okay.

Shifting

All this world swirling around us–
brush it with the
lightest of fingers.
Send it swinging into
a new dance.

It’s beautiful when flowers do it

Oh, I am dropping petals today,
and I hate this part–
I so much prefer
luscious blooming.
But blossoms and bodies both
know that shedding is
part of wisdom, and so
I will try to let what is unnecessary
go.

One step at a time

We don’t have a table or chairs yet.
I haven’t said goodbye properly
to some of my favorite people.
I’m drowning in email.
But we have flowers.

Tentative

Slowly,
so slowly,
bits of order begin
to emerge.
We begin to set in place
the shape
of who we will be now.

Running Riot

The days are sprouting up everywhere
with mess and possibility,
love and tears,
dirt and green,
sharp and sweet.