Sorry I have been MIA.  I have not been sitting down much, at a computer to write or a cushion to meditate.  What I have been doing is moving like a treadmill-girl, mostly on incline.  But this weekend I’ve found some moments to catch my breath, on the cushion and in a few line breaks.  Hope everyone is well and remembering to breathe.

(P.S.  Happy Poetry Month)

 

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this year

 

calendar pages stuck together

like new-born eyes

or early morning, moments glued by sunlight

 

love letters i forgot to open

prayer flags dripping to the floor in colorful puddles

 

under our feet

crystals of glass sparkling through concrete

miles passing in new york minutes overgrown like bushes

tall buildings pulling high as weeds

 

and under rivers tunnels thick as some veins 

pump in and out of the heart

 

we all search

as if our feet had compasses

as if our eyes did not see each other

through the new york anatomy

scaffolding things together

and calling it growth

 

“everyone is damaged here” she tells me

and i see

the reason we left or stayed

is some fault line like california earthquake indicators

squeezed into palms holding silver subway poles

and black escalator arms rolling like big tires

in loops and loops

 

we walk.

from delancey to 14^th street and back

in loops

my mind

setting that groove like thin bicycle tires

cabs and cars and trains

 

if i could just turn upside down

the sky would ooze everywhere

even into this year