eighth dimension blues

holding space
holding breath
vacant rooms

and the wonder of sleeping dogs in the daytime

on a gray morning she ponders retreat

holding space in a vacuum
she can only breathe so long

caged

in Shadow

Mouse sings
as if the birds weren’t more beautiful

she trills
despite a life tinged with sorrow

softly, slowly deeply
Mouse hold her heart close
though her body craves

stillness

in the span of days

stillness

purposefully and without notice

halts the winter heart

in limbo suspended

unencumbered

uncomfortable

and glorious

goodbye ruby tuesday

with the expectation of loss
she loves
temporal and transient

this allows 
for the unconditional
giving she gives 

deeper is the knowing
currency of admissions
she holds safe

as she listens

never alluding that everything 
she does
she thinks, is tinged
with sorrow

and hope
someday

some heart will cling
more than a brief while


"She roll back down to the warm soft ground, laughing to the sky..." Dog and the Butterfly, Heart

in one year

ashes shipped
state to state
interred in third

in one year

my older sister
who is younger than I

"We're gonna rock down to Electric Avenue" ~Electric Avenue, Eddy Grant