Opening
You say you’re broken
like it’s a bad thing, but
seeds break
to rise through the earth…
S. Rochelle Poetry
The Bone Woman
The story of La huesera, or the bone woman, is an old legend from the mountains of Mexico. The bone woman wanders the deserts and collects the bones she finds, specifically wolf bones.
Stay
I know
summer is falling
and the geraniums are fading
and the basil’s gone to seed, but
the sedum is greening
by the back fence
and I’d like to show you
how purple it will be in autumn….
Let There Be Light
And there was light.
Not that glow we call light,
heaven-descending,
healing and rescuing in fantasy endings,
no, not that light, but
Light
that holds hands with darkness…
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Go Gentle
Go gentle with your heart
as the tea leaf, which does not release
its treasure to demanding hands.
Here
The only constant
in this endless choreography
is here and now,
and so it is here
that I will dance.
Coffee
I don’t know that this memory
is imprinting
deep into my skin, like the oilcloth
under my sun-burned arms,
and I don’t know there’s a
black and white film recording,
wrapping around the reel of my heart,
dated July of ’95…