archipelago

we,
the
dis-
joint-
ed
children of stolen peoples
living on stolen lands
claiming
and
re-claiming
until we can find ourselves again
whole

2016

I enter this year bawling like an infant

peeling away dry, numb, skin

tender and pink beneath--

but feeling.

"And in my first year of college I was with this girl and I called it a thing."

I loved you most when you were bold and bashful

wildeyed at 4 am

and brilliant

up late in the kitchen

sniffing daikon and shrugging

tasting everything

i loved you most when we were two warm bodies

moving together through the night

fitting perfectly

wrt handstands and schoolyard acrobatics

i was seven when i learned

to fear how hard the earth would be

if i fell

April 3rd, 2015

I want to give myself to the earth
commit to her lessons
learn softness and openness
generosity and balance
when to retreat
and when to blossom

Sea Poem II

I surrender myself to the sea

the salt of infinite lives
washing over me

I can forgive a little sand
lingering in my hair