my life's first
best friend across the
country, her
life unknown
to me for just a moment
longer: the journey
(holidays begin way before they start.
praise be pre-trip therapy sessions and
sacred souls holding space for my fears)
...
here I go,
above clouds with faith,
a stitch project, book, sweets, and
claustrophobia
I was not
one of the people
gasping when
plane tires bounced
on the runway while landing:
an accomplishment
arrival videotaped: hugs & laughter,
sister synthesis (minus 1) in another
province captured. our marrow fused in stars
...
how is it that all
these trees and canyons exist
in city limits?
adorning each home
are prolific green spaces:
floral & foliage
(the wonder, the awe, the longing, the neighbors talking to their plants)
I have a theory that following
a stressful event, those in verdant
areas calm sooner; cortisol
levels reduced & mental wellness
supported by lush environment. I don't know if there's been actual
research on this (assuming yes), but
I do know I am brimming over
with disdain for prairie landscape
...
endearing
vicious kitty, sweet
Oliver,
a handsome
menace, subdues the wild beast
that is my slippered feet
...
how divinely joyful sister's supported
by the world's loveliest humans; souls that feel
like sunshine, authenticity, & devotion
...
memories;
the animal of
intimate
reminders,
stitched together with ache and
loving persistence
(holy territory, her teal veranda)
...
even from
across the country
he grounds me,
wraps me in
tenderness, our bound
togetherness transcendent
and much beloved
companion plants, indeed
...
the most beautiful
song I've ever heard was sung
by a cardinal.
the next morning, I
recognized him by birdsong
before I saw him.
in gosling garden,
sister delighted with her
cardinal sighting
in a few months, my red friends will adorn christmas quilting
cotton & I'll buzz with awed reverence having finally seen them.
...
the folly of reunion: that there silo
looks like a pecker & giggly perpetual
disappointment that troy's toys is not a sex shop
(oh, the laughter
oh, the lightheartedness
oh, don't mind me, just putting my labia back in my skirt)
...
the turning
lane exists for a
reason! she
exclaims while
sisters giggle in response
to driver passion
...
an understatement:
referring to niagara
falls as majestic
a journey: behind
the falls uncovered raw depths
of thankful wonder
a reality:
everything comes with a cost -
joy now, rest after.
a sky performance:
italian aerobatics;
delightful surprise.
a disclaimer:
clifton hill gift shops
smell like all the worst parts of
capitalism
...
sisters be
like serve, laugh, hurt, cry,
and then hold
hands as protection
(sacred support),
validate beasts from childhood,
& celebrate the wins
...
how does an arbor
enthusiast properly
praise this world of trees?
me, a tree lover,
center of katsura grove;
enduring glory.
a love song: beech, oak,
honey locust, hickory,
maple, mayberry.
...
the walk across academic stage captured by loved
ones there & those watching livestream, raptured.
supper & sentiment & celebrate
...
second chances to
witness opal rainbow dance
above endless blue
...
I try but cannot sleep prior.
I sleep in
airports & on
planes, and then for eighteen hours
once I arrive home
...
a rainy morning drive home
less sad than when I left,
inspired to write this poem
about how I've been blessed.
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