like the perfume of peonies, heavy
and sensual and lingering.
Some people move through your life
like the sweet musky scent of cosmos
so delicate if you sniff twice, it’s gone.
Some people occupy your life
like moving men who cart off
couches, pianos and break dishes.
Some people touch you so lightly you
are not sure it happened. Others leave
you flat with footprints on your chest.
Some are like those fall warblers
you can’t tell from each other even
though you search Petersen’s.
Some come down hard on you like
a striking falcon and the scars remain
and you are forever wary of the sky.
We all are waiting rooms at bus
stations where hundreds have passed
through unnoticed and others
have almost burned us down
and others have left us clean and new
and others have just moved in.
The visible and the in- by Marge Piercy
full of grace,
as we touch and pass,
respectfully remember to forget:
surrender struggles to catch it’s breath,
then falls soft
as evening prayers at twilight,
gathering into the corners of our hearts
before falling full onto the center of our living circle,
free and happy as Friday night.
next morning’s sun fills us,
each day, each season.
nurture moves with grace,
evolving slowly thru
our caring hands,
our grieving hearts,
our shared experience,
our acts of courage,
the healing salt of our tears.
with pieces of our true love,
we fly flags,
of our own making
to heal the worlds –
we allow –
we understand –
we stand and fill our world with the beauty
from lesser gods,
the terror all around.
love is the shield,
love is the answer,
love is the choice,
love is our glory,
sons and daughters
of stars and starships.
in spite of our broken pieces,
our refusal to believe,
even our own darkened hearts.
ok, now forget it all –
and practice tenderness.