Love

I am beginning to understand love

as somethings that softens the corners of my mouth

 

eases the crease between my eyebrows

drops my shoulders to their natural place

opens me

to light and air

and you

Change

cloud

reflections

in the glass table

move

on

Unpacking

dust on dust

attic boxes heavier than I remember

yellowed newspaper

blue coffee cups

brown bread bowl

piece of poems

between white and gold china

 

First paid poem – published by ByLine Magazine May 2000