Someday

I will sit and wonder, not about
the laundry to be done or the groceries
to be bought or the meals to be made
or the or stories I have heard.

I will sit and I will pick up my pen,
I will open my key board
and  I will invite  the
words to fall out.

I will sit and not be held captive by,
the ice that may carpet the road,
or the car that might not start, or the
appointment to be made.

I will sit and the juices will flow,
like I am sure Mary Olivers' do, like
Miriam Toews' must, like Maya Angelou and
Emily Carr and Richard Wagameses' used too.

I will sit and tell you the story of a life,
in a way that flows and is not stilted,
a story of joy and sorrow, a story of
redemption.

Mine.

gkn January 2018

Epiphany

do not leave me,
my companion,my friend,
I need your fierce defiant
confident mask

a lifetime's journey shared
in  half our lifetimes,

sleepovers necessitated by
survival needs

ours

telephone pole
hands raw with smashed anger
laughters release

embarrassed by  enthusiastic
flattery of my being, all parts of
it, so sure you were

I need another
another story now,
please share one more,
one more phone call to say

guess who i met today
which church my new friend goes to
they're really nice and yes I came out
to them  too...

of course you did

your god loves them and you

and so do I love you
please do not
go, not yet, not
ever

please.


 January 6 2018