Homecoming pt 2

Blood is thicker than water 

And the water is from the Willamette

Salt air and pine air 

Lifting me up

My toes skidding the ground

Hiking my way through my mother’s regret

Working my way through the promises left 

And Oregon feels like coming home 

Jar of roses

I’m coming down the stairs

With a yawn

And see pink roses in a jar

Stolen from the neighbors lawn 

On your morning run 

How can I explain

The way I feel loved by you 

Every time I’m reaching out 

You come to meet me 

You have never turned your head 

Homecoming pt 1

I smell like dirt 

And horse sweat

Working my way through my mother’s regret 

Riding my way through the promises left 

And horseback feels like coming home 

The Well

Love like a deep deep well

That I tripped and fell

Into

Love that I no longer choose

Love that rips me in two 

And I’d do anything for you 

A moment, an eternity

Leaves shimmer overhead 

Etched on the inside of my eyelids 

I can land lightly 

I can dip down 

Face underwater 

Sing underwater 

Drinking in water 

River quartz crown 

Water on rocks, 

The sound in my head, 

Rippling through roots

And suspended, in moments,

As droplets, glowing 

Resting on leaves in the dusk 

The cup pt. 2

The cup

It’s chipped 

With pinked painted rosebuds

And twisting vines 

A teacup 

Tastes like lemon and honey 

Steeped together 

Warm and fragrant

Wafting upwards 

Curling beneath your nose

Take a sip

Of bitter and sweet

Soothing your throat 

a sigh from your lips 

Bringing you closer 

To that softly glowing core 

That ember 

The knowing 

The steeping and sinking 

The grounding and growing 

The being 

The being human

The sitting in silence 

drinking the joy & the grief