The shattered right femur of a girl
to that a green wool beret
funny pages from the sunday paper
and paper dolls
the taste of snow on your tongue
rosary beads of tulsi kapoor
a velvet Elvis painting
and your tucked away watercolor.
Then add rain
the sound of rain
the smell of rain.
Add heaps & heaps of Dr. Zhivago snow
Plus rainbow trout
apples & New Orleans
Stir in the flume of diesel & cigar smoke on a London street
and the bite of whiskey & jazz
along with the opalescent thrumming of a hummingbird
smoothly deep & narrow--during the shine of this blue-green corn moon
threaded with indigo & owl tears
Once long ago,
I rode with my mother
as we searched for autumn leaves down a tree-lined country road.
I wore a purple coat
and my mother was so very present & the leaves were the color of her heart;
soft deer-brown, crimson with the lightest orange
When do we know that we are the same?
That we will yearn & bleed?
When is the sky more blue than ever before
and how often is a lifetime traversed
in a kiss?
Surrender lies there
where skin meets the sun
the day's fresh mown grass melts into evening's cool cotton sheets
Sureness shines in your dark eyes
forgiveness is found in the pause between seasons
in the heaviness of our bones
Love is all.
And I will wake
I will remember