sometimes the weight, the wait

of this life

drags me in

down in the dumps

dirty with the fur of a thousand responsibilities


there is me somewhere climbing that mountain

feeding the poor in a hovel


there is  me and a man

with a beard and a crooked smile wrapped in a sheet in a tower

flowers at our feet


there is me

solitary and standalone

one plate at the table and one glass in the sink




there are no bruised knees and lost homework pages


no dustbunnies clogged plumbing kitchen towels hairs in the drain


this is the heft of the sum of my choices

the bracelets i wear

the rings

the babies still moored to my shores


but somewhere


there is me