Poetry; giving back to the earth who loves me

I look on like it’s roadkill watching only to see into how many pieces they can pull each other apart, two people who made me one. Though now nearly old enough to no longer break the law on the bottle,

in my mind, hands are small again

and ‘home’ is the house on the bend, pink and blue vinyl shutters sun-faded The lamp by my bedside reminds me where I am now in my own world laughing at something asinine Wondering how many more times

like I’m trying to save you

Ever so exhausted,

reeking of untended wounds

You bury your bones

Still, I know

I’ll color us in

my favorite shade of blue

what we could be

If you were a little more me

and yet the softer memories of childhood

flicker through my mind

in quiet moments

I remember the cranes

Stepping carefully through the yard

watched them from the north bedroom window

feeling like a secret

I miss my childhood home

I miss thinking it was going to be mine forever and that

Even if my parents did not love each other

November’s end saw long drives, eyes 

damp with everything I left unsaid

back in a childhood bed with my feet at the head

All of the windows are foggy,

but the sky clears after the storms

starlight embracing the snow

I look on like it’s a secret revealing

how one could love something so bitter cold, and delicate

I could be loved too,

Winter, 

Still I find you in every darkened room and golden stream of morning light

But if one day you go from me

You know I’ll let you because

That is real love

But I hope that you will stay

So we can see the day

Where there’s no violence in the places we call home

My Midwest fields and your southwest city had long since been dry

the rains, they return when our fronts collide

We’ve both been burned before

Scarred hearts and eyes so sore

trust, we can heal them with this love

Once thought yourself rotting inside,

planted within my earth

we created new life

I’ll grow that life with you

Hold your hand in the dark and

walk into the light

To see the world with you

Build a home, safe and warm

Where we never fight

Never thought you’d be in my life for so long

And gently I will hold them

up to the light

from the candle