There’s something lurking underneath that wants to come out. I can feel it in my throat right now.

The weekend was liberation. My spirit crawled to California, tired and dull with slight rain but not enough water to be news.

You’ve been lurking in the shadows for a while.

When I fall silent,
May I surrender, gently
into what wants to come through
May I learn to celebrate
When I fall silent

All spring I’ve been watching these blue japys build their nest on our back porch, squatting really, in an old robin’s nest left behind 2 years ago.

The big bang
was a heartbeat

those most comfortable
constrain freedom

I came home from my first Yiddish dance class and I could feel my ancestors in the house with me.

A pattern begins to break; a new pattern is emerging.

I have stood bare
through seasons of my life
which stripped me
of my covering.