poem: ten minutes

In the spirit of softness of spring, here is a poem for all of you that I wrote this time last year. May your May be sweet and I’ll be back soon with more!

ten minutes

just

ten minutes

of attention and connection

crying

honeyed tears

lying in the grass

looking at the moon she turned sweet

into honey

into may

into waves

into smoke

no more beeps and gasps of the machine

just the room

just the scent of cold blue water

cold pines trees, laughter

and the latch of the gate