My heart changes vessels
When I am gone from home. I smell Lavender
And cats in Oregon, sand in my toes
At Long Beach, my first taste
Of corned beef and cabbage in Virginia.
I see drama and culture in Cedar
City and hear the sound
Of my voice when I workshop.
I see quiet in every place
I’ve visited. A cousin takes me to the Mall
In DC. I’m the same in every situation.
At night I push my daughter
Away for trying to sleep horizontal
On my bed. Move over rover.
I hang on the edge of the bed
Morning comes early. Don’t you love
The bat wings hanging from my eyes?
The picket fence mother of fecundity
Puts her flock to graze outside the yard.
My little girl bleats my name all night.
Asleep in a guest best I still ache
For her kicking. I will travel
To the land of quiet next year,
Then one more time, the year
After that, and again and again.
I board the euphoric plane.
I bring carry on only
For the journey of no end.
Hakuna matata. The plane sings
To me. I love looking through the oval
Window. Rays of sun laser
Through the clouds below me, as I wait
To descend through the cloudy gate.
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