April 15, 2025 The poem tonight is probably only for me as I needed to write but not say things outright. The second is to say that my garden has been my refuge today.

 Hurricane “A”

I woke up crying

Though the event was past

It lives in me

I am marked

Not for what was

What came near

Who is dear

And my fear

It all piles on top

Jumping vigorously

Till I cannot breathe

And I seethe, angry

There is little relief

When an incident

Leaves marks

More scars

It is a webbed map

That spiders out

Showing the shame

The hidden plaque

On our backs

Carves out a label for one

Something of a sentence for another

Neither quite correct

almost always there

Me laid bare

I sob and complain

Wanting some other name

I wait for something different

As I hate this game

I feel dishonored, stained

Yet I know, love bears all things

It is the glue between us

We mustn’t give up

I know you suffer too

Constant image stew

Boiling in your brain

Making emotions rain

Melting our bond

In an instant

That sears us both

Sobs fill the mote

Between us

As we fall into each other’s arms

Past the scary harms

Crying won’t last

Love has a chance

 

Gardening Between Darkness and Light

In the twilight,

I can just make out your shape

I hear you as I scrape the earth

Exposing the roots to breathe

Running my fingers through

to separate them from the dirt

I listen as you go from local events

To world leaders, what they know

I dig to the rhythm of your facts

Planting long rows

Clearing weeds

Filling sacks

You continue to talk

As the cool dirt

Puts me at ease