We walk back down the natural tunnel, over the wide road, past the lake filled with lily pads, and back through the wildflowers. I stop again, close my eyes; and breathe.
I was thinking about a man I once knew, but this story is about the girl who brought us together; and who we both loved.
How do you know when something has died? A root from the earth, and stars in her eyes.
This spring weather has been unpredictable. Unseasonably warm sunshine bleeds into dark curling storm clouds, threatening tornados. Some evenings I walk outside and breathe in the smell of the wet earth, growing again after the floods. Then, I take the children for walks during the day and we save half-dried worms off the warming concrete sidewalks. I’m not sure why, but I could never leave them there to wither.
They don’t even know it, but they redeemed me. They lead me to the water of forgiveness. I was born, when they were born.
Noemi Her hair is lighter than it used to be I marvel at her long slender legs That were once short with baby fat Those big eyes are still big and beautiful And right now they are wild with wonder And joy; A stunning ebony butterfly, with pearl white spots And a splash of powder [...]
Through Muddy Waters There is a reservoir inside of me Quietly streaming Until words break forth and The waters come rushing over me. There is a secret a child is holding So closely to her heart That even now, it’s terrible truth is hidden; Even from herself What is that heavy burden you carry, child? [...]