You asked me to write you a poemAbout bringing you beautiful flowersI thought about spinning slow versesUnfurled in deliberate hours But amidst the hair pulling and shoutingAnd laughing and singing and climbingI find I’m increasingly doubtingThat you give a fig about rhyming So these quick-crafted lines must sufficeAnd although concentration is nice And finishing is …
Monthly Archives: September 2022
Mother meditating
What is the name of the mudraWhere you sit, hand folded over handAround the waist of a small childWith bits of snack still stuck to their shirtWho pulls your grip even tighterInsisting your hands are their seat beltWhizzing off to imaginary galactic adventuresIn the rocketship of your lapWhile the ragdoll copilot dances merrilyOn the tiny …