you’re cross and you’re tired

and excited and nervous

and really inspired

There was a noise. It wasn’t a thunder. It wasn’t a road. The noise didn’t blast you out of your seat and send you reeling.

A poem I wrote after a Closing the Bones Massage Ceremony.

I need my children to learn

that the place where I made them

You clutch your dimpled arms around my neck

The gossamer smoothness of your skin, as

unblemished as your sunny soul

She managed to brush her teeth today

She won a big deal and got her own way

She wants to be heard and have her say

She wants the mean voice in her head to GO AWAY

“your noise is only sound

I choose my music, my song,

the fizzy happiness of my soul.

I choose that today.”