generations

 

first

someone once said,

in absolute patience
push away from land

but that was before,
early spring

if you are happier now
then I will love you more
with change, not less

hip deep in sunlight

be angry
be angry

take my hand

buried here in the
magnified air


second

can you feel the power
of intent?

protection snuggled inside
destruction

should we have
                     wanted
less?

the earth is merely a place where I
set my feet

bare in the grass

what have we learned from Her
if not indifference

generations
of hands

narrow wrists
frail skin loosening

over tapering fingers,
strong knuckles
stronger nails

unbreakable


third

the room was windowless
and still drafty

old grease embedded under the lip of the counter
but you
here with me -

for you I can do anything
the weight of devotion

heavier than the head
you have not yet
lifted