Poetry

A little talk

You want to go deep
But sneer talking about the weather
You want the real stuff
But don’t hear the question
“Am I safe here?”
You’re missing it 

It might rain later
Life falls from heaven!
And it’s so hot my 
Tomatoes are lost
Losing track of time
And I might lose myself

I say, “eh, I’m fine, but 
things are hard, you know?”
And you rush past it
To the next big thing
I say, “hangin’ in there. And you?”
Seen on Thursday, 6:35 p.m.

Small steps forward,
Big steps back 
Marbles in the jar and out
With an ache of vulnerability
A meme, a text, a question
To break the ice

Attempts to connect
Passing by unnoticed
Hearts on the line
Desperate to be seen
While you’re waiting for 
Real life to start

What if weather is a wonder?
What if trust is built 
In small conversations 
In gentleness and interest
In reciprocation and relief and “me too”
Where more is said than words.
Poetry

Relating

I don’t know how you feel

I haven’t had your particular expression

Of grief, of loss, of pain

I can’t say I’ve been through that

Exactly, particularly, specifically

In the ways you experienced it

But I do know what it’s like

To be what parents fear for their child

To grow up and become

I do know what it’s like

For every cell to groan with need

For answers and Why and I hate this

I do know how it feels

To have so much love to give

If only someone wanted it, wanted me

I know intimately the story

Of sitting in the soul dark silence

Knowing no one is coming to save you from this

I know being different, I know alone,

I know the constant low hum of fear

As you smile in a privileged outer life

I know Mirrorball, and

This is Me Trying,

And Tied Together With a Smile

I can’t say I know your life

But maybe in part,

And you know mine in some way

And we can see each other

As kin, and gently say

Me too. You are not the only one.