Sometimes the way to milk and honey is through the body.
Sometimes the way in is a song.
But there are three ways in the world: dangerous, wounding,
To enter stone, be water.
To rise through hard earth, be plant
desiring sunlight, believing in water.
To enter fire, be dry.
To enter life, be food.
Linda Hogan, “The Way In” from Rounding the Human Corners. Copyright © 2008 by Linda Hogan. Reprinted by permission of Coffee House Press. http://www.coffeehousepress.org
Source: Rounding the Human Corners (Coffee House Press, 2008)
I would say
That I’m not surprised,
But I am.
I would say that I’ll swallow my pride,
But at this point in my life, I don’t have any.
I would say “next time”
But there’s never been a ‘next’
To look forward to.
I would say that I saw this coming,
But I didn’t.
I would say that I didn’t get my hopes up,
But I did.
I would say that I’ve learned my lesson,
But I’m afraid my heart hasn’t.
I would say that I’m fine,
But I’m not.
hand type by Raul Alejandro
Keys in the ignition.
Nowhere to go but forward.
Look behind you, but don’t dwell on the past.
Focus forwards, where you want to be.
Faster, gaining momentum.
Make your lists.
Plot your course.
It’s okay to be nervous.
Don’t slow down.
Things are falling into place.
The gas tank is full.
Highway is approaching.
Steel yourself for the inevitable.
Get passed by some.
Everyone’s pace is different.
Everyone has their own style.
Automatics tend to be impatient, less focused.
Sticks are patient, aware.
There are four different things running through your mind- running parallel.
Fifth Gear- overdrive.
Full speed ahead.
Some cars seem like they’re standing still.
Others still pass.
It’s your car. Your trip.
Mile markers increase in number.
Roll the window down.
Roll your shoulders.
Turn the radio up.
You love this song.
It’s just you & the highway.
Lose yourself in the zone.
The wind whistles past the window.
The engine purrs like a content housecat.
You’re in control.
Mirrors- just for good measure.
Back to fourth.
Exhale, inhale, exhale.
It’s okay to be nervous.
You traveled a while to get here.
You & the road.
You were certain back at mile marker 247.
You’re certain now.
Just one foot in front of the other.
No turning back.
You can only go forward.
You’ve come this far.
My mother has always been the bearer of bad news.
but no matter how dark the news is, she bears it with such grace and love,
the first thought to push through the screaming and wailing in my mind is
“I love you.”
So when I heard my mother bear news with sadness that had latched onto her very bones,
I broke. I wept.
She stood, with tears in her eyes, at more funerals than I can number on both of my hands,
but never let a tear fall.
So when I heard her, 1,209 miles away, gasp for air in between sobs,
I knew it was different.
She was different.
I was different.
Our family was changing.
And there was no going back.
Lay me in the dirt
And let me rot,
Consumed by my own thoughts,
My mind setting fire to my heart
Stoked by insecurities.
Cover me with earth,
And forget me for a while.
Let me waste away
Til there’s nothing left.
Out of decay,
New life begins.