free

freedom

is the newness that greets my mornings

the softness that meets hurried sighs

finding me with

pretenses unraveling  

in a space without limits 

grateful

sometimes

I forget—

when I focus too much on little things that will not last—

I forget
about beauty

truly we are all a part of

beauty  

&

how privileged

I am

to see 

at all

snippets

i.

I shoved my desk

across my room

it now faces the window

for painting

ii.

the mailman finally

took the note we wrote

(thanking him for his unending service,

excluding federal holidays)

just as I was about to write him

another

iii.

dancing with a one year old

is simply

the best.

summer

I will

give in to summertime

telling fear a simple

no

I will

be untidy about lines

freedom in

coffee stains and

a lamp and a guitar

psalms felt with spirit

with passion

I will

risk it all to hear

just the sound of your voice

just the whisper at night

with the fan on low

I will

admit I have been slow

in growing

but summer

I hear

is when things swell

homesick

i know you've been waiting
with arms open
and a heart ready
i know you've been waiting for me
to come home

restless

what if a year from now I am still mopping floors

the same place, the same old

windows facing a parking lot with the sunrise

in the morning

will I doubt

will I plead with raw skin

with eyes down

with a heart unsatisfied

facing the brick wall

tracing the past

to please please please

have

something

new

You.

I miss

you

in the all-consuming

crying in the checkout line

buying bananas

sort of way.

I have not forgotten

how easily we became best friends.

I will not forget.

hope

find me within

nightfall

meet my

brokenness

heal with your steady whisper

because I know you

I know you

I know you think the best

of me

even when I offer filthy rags