I am draped within the ocean
Fluid, undone
I cannot find where I end
It is winter
And if you care to notice,
The naked branches brandish tight buds in their seemingly empty little fists
I felt some fluff on a grey stalk
Held it with awakened fingers
Only to find moisture there, a
Soft vibration of aliveness
We tore out the walls, replaced a window, added another, ripped up 5 layers of old flooring, and now it awaits its next fate. My kitchen, heart of the home, a mother’s canvas and all the rest. Wrote a poem in the wee hours in less than 8 minutes to pay homage to the moment…
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Red. Blood. What wends its way through the umbilicus, Long ago cut, but still pulsing.
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