Un-put-back-togetherable

shards

 broken

un-put-back-togetherable

which is...
 ok
i
don't
want
to
be
that
person
again

Heartsore

"when you sit in silence long enough

you learn that silence has a motion.

it glides over you without shape or form

exactly like water. its color is silver.

and silence has a sound you hear only

after hours of wading inside it. the sound

is soft...like flute notes rising up...

like the words of glass speaking."

"i have this strange sense that my silence is

preparing me for something i can't name..."

some days

 so heartsore

silence 

my only 

companion

Sing Me to Healing...

lately i've felt like the ghost of something unknowable....

off kilter....

floundering...

i can't make art...

can't read...

can't listen to music...

i spend as much time outdoors as possible...

physically laboring on my land until i am spent...

arms and legs quivering....

 caked in dirt...

salt powdering my body from exertion...

and when i can do no more...

i just sit with the fruits of my labor...

just...

BE

i keep waiting for that little bubble of my

inner level to tilt back to center...

it will happen...

eventually...

Mother Earth is always willing to wrap

me in her loving arms...

kiss my hurts...
soothe my soul...

sing me to healing with her lullabies...

and i bow my head...

 in gratitude...