Dear Sister, Part II

Dear Sister,

She pulls us along,
the butterfly leading the caterpillars
we inch in our fuzzy toes
we shuffle in her shade.

As she fans the flames
as she showers us in light
as she soars above and looks ahead

she is not leaving
she is waiting for us to join her.

Recess Time

We pass the ball back and forth
on the blacktop
in the driveway

We take turns tossing and catching
bouncing and bracing,
revolving,
stepping in closer and backing up further

to accommodate.

I don’t play catch with you
I don’t make any rules

but I see the limitations
we naturally set
to play.

Whether you receive the ball
or drop it
Whether you laugh and pass
or throw it

I am thankful for your skill
I am thankful for your patience with human error
I am grateful for your willingness to reach out your hands

at all.

Polish

Waiting
pulling petal after petal
conditioned to linger
but never to stay

the feeling of wanted washing over my feet
wiggling my toes
rubbing away the purple lines in my skin

I watched you work
the wonderment not new
but pulling like a tractor beam

How could I have missed that kiss
with your eyes
our words exchanged like an embrace
our wrists acting as bracelets
decorating our moment as we
massage feet and fall in love

with ritual.

Evidence

I don’t care
what you tell me to increase my mood
to influence the brood
in my brow
to caress my heart when it bleeds.
You need to show me.

I don’t care
what your biggest fan sells to my soul
what your best friend’s face looks like
when you are particularly woeful
what your pain sounds like
in another’s voice.
You need to show me.

Show me you want to hear my laughter
Show me you want my eyes to squeal
Show me you aren’t the you in my head
Show me the you I see is real.

Two Steps Back

Back to this ping-pong of argue again
Arrested through the silence of sound
Before I can get a handle on the underskirts of your words
You point your finger, and it lingers too close.

Stop this nonsense, this upheaval of my trust,
Tread lightly as I stack my thoughts on a table
Each word trembles further than the one before
Preparing for more, for the wind of you to gust
Sealing my fate and shutting the door.