We begin at dawn
Deep blue sky and laughter under
The sheets, her soft skin
In the dappled light.
Then comes the day:
Anxious cries and forgotten
Breakfast. Not that and no and
I’m not hungry. I want
My way and your love
And nothing at all.
But we are home with
Each other. Born from the
Same skin, made from each
Others’ bones and the marrow of
Our lives. We are living through
One another, holding mirrors
To each other’s’ dark places, casting
Light into all of the shadows.
My daughter strums her guitar,
Sings sweetly to me at dusk,
There are no wheel chairs in heaven.
No bee stings in heaven. No owies in heaven.
But here we are. Scabbed skin and
Bruised muscles. The pain of this mortal life.
Hours of stomping feet.
Fists pounding against the chambers of my heart.