2:18
Nursing my young child to sleep,
I pour my love out to him as I do
my milk. Thin and cold as a specter,
there is warmth only where his
innocent hands and mouth touch
my skin. Outside the snow
falls and the dogs bark in
crescendoing unity. In my head
I am already washing the next load
of clothes, readying to brew the next
batch of kombucha tea. In my head
I am buying cream for coffee, I am
telling my son and my dog how much
I love them, I am placing red jasper
and clear quartz on my nightstand
to help me remember my dreams.
I am sinking into a hot bath of
myth and moon travel. I am
reading Tarot cards for my sister
in her pain and her wisdom. Even as
I lie here listening to the dogs barking fading
into fog and snow like some forgotten deja vu,
I am in my head calling my love
back home to me, for my secret heart,
for the light in my home, for my
peaceful snoozing glorious young son.
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