Pietro

Sunlight is drawn over my frame like a sheath,
Wind firmly holds my weight.
Lemonbalm, Lavender, Fresh Water around my feet.
You Have Known everything that makes me strong. You Have Known what weakens me.
You put me in lasting comfort, in real safety. Without building up stories You console me.

Excited For ideas that find me in the middle of the night, the ones that wake and grip me equally with concern and intrigue. Without illumination, we can sense the joy on each other's faces, building and planning and decorating dreams - journeys, mechanisms, surprises.

I searched every corner and thread of You, every ripple and scent,
for me in You.
I looked with all of my strength for some sign in You that I am worth all of this, that I deserve.
I look for You to show there is good of me.
Forgiving this, You stay.
All I know is You Are Here with me.

moment.um

The first time I remember a fancy party, I remember I danced. A boy asked my dad if he could dance with me, and my dad told him to ask me. I said yes, and we made the shape of a sunburst on a hardwood floor with our feet, waddling purposefully to the music with adults towering over us. Looking up, I saw tall women with simple earrings and their bouncing hair tethered by pins. The boy ran away when he was older. He used a new name. His parents split and they had a tough time understanding him, and he hid on the other side of the country. He runs and runs and runs and runs and runs and I want to learn the words he would pick to describe how running makes him feel. His animation, his welling up. I pray his bones are thrust into forward form by joy and by knowing how much love his father showed him when he flew out to one of the marathons. I pray that it doesn't stop or still, chilled by doubt, regret, or anxiety. I pray that they fill each other with warmth, that the perception of unlovableness is set aside for the thawing, stretching, moving, pressing on of love.