Red Kettle

Like a Southern Pacific
Nearing city limits
She whistles
Loud, shrill
Calling me
Stove-side
To pour
Hot contents
Over steeping leaves
Tea.
I think of her
Half-teaspoon instant coffees
Kitchen table klatch
Sweets in the oven
Placemats matched.
I sip, lost,
To the last

Then determine
To make brittle
Because she would.

Flame
Back under
Red kettle.

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This Heart, Heavy

This Heart, Heavy

I have this heart
Heavy
Beneath weights
I
Carry
On

Oh!
For days
When it was lighter
I might yearn
But to what good?

Instead
I shall release

Those weights
Lead? No!
Tethered by my will alone
And so
I shall release
Those weights
Unburden
Heavy heart
And let it soar
Wide
Free. Breathe deep. Be. Me.

Heavy Heart
*Shared in The Garden
The last several months have been some of my life’s most challenging, forcing incredible growth and change. The images above are my inner wrists, helping me remember what I already know.