Monday, February 2, 2009


a creation,
yet undone,
but not undoing…

we pause and follow instincts,
doubts and road signs
to places unknown to us, unknowable.

sheets lay, on my side
we huddle together – keeping warm
on grief and longing.

He infuses caffeine into his tired body,
as I keep busy, keeping house and home afloat.

red days follow grey and we count
count the days, the hours –
moments ride by with windows rolled
And radios mute.

we keep peace,
hold vigils with booklights and

we wait and wonder
under hand knit quilts and
the light burden
that is our love.


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