is it me
or is something still missing
from this picture
even though
dogs close by
lover in another room
coffee hot, slippers on
pillows all in a row on the couch
holiday, family, full belly
alignment, house, new striped socks
something nevertheless
what exactly
noticeable, disagreeable
something in me not quite
comfortable with all this
symmetry, wanting
the gravitation pull,
the seesaw, teetering
the open-necked plunge
of longing
imprecise, graceless
luscious, ludicrous
my own garden
to worm into
and devour.
3 comments:
Merry Christmas, Maya.
(Even feeling incomplete and askew, your words are beautiful.) May your days be light...
Merry Christmas to you Maya!
That yearning, longing, indefinable desire - I'm beginning to think that we will always have it. I think it keeps us upright on our two feet, moving forward, backward, or sideways - but always moving. I think that if that feeling were to fade, I'd be very worried. May your longings take you in long journeys and adventures in the new year, Maya. Peace to you in your new socks, Gail
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