I see you tucked away, there in the corner of this epic adventure.
A stowaway undermining, under the guise of love and concern.
I come for inspection, to work, and for respite every couple of days and we lock eyes.
With your back to me, and a mirror before you, I watch you watch me plead hello.
There’s a reason you do not respond to my greetings until the awkwardness becomes too thick to ignore me anymore.
You’re stealing and hoarding and leveraging me and what’s mine.
The awesome view from on high.
The space I’ve created to just be.
The aura I emit.
My ample supply of lust and cinnamon breakfast cereal.
My apathy in attending properly to it all.
Until yesterday, when the doorman warned me, so gracefully, you must go.
More precisely that I must say to you.
When you’re here, you’re not yourself, thus this means it’s time.
The Welcome sign at my doorstep you’ve taken far too far, my friend….
It was never meant for you, you know, I see.
Sin and God told me.
They were both tall and brunette
And, also like me, with child(ren)
Gentle in purpose, were we
We three moved through our space with womanly grace
Believing and knowing life was bigger than us
And yet, still, we seemed bigger than life
That day I felt my foot slip, I stumbled so slightly
My sister in her mind, offered assistance to me
She and I noticed your absence of hand
Upon her, the higher, we felt your eyes land
What was it, we wondered, you’d hoped to achieve
Moving your heart from the woman who’d believed
The waning light
Yet, on fire for me
Like Lot’s wife
But found mercy, found grace
Having fled the chaos
Found a late rainbow
Hey, how’s it they do it?
These women, these friends
Surely they’ve some frayed ends?
Lipgloss and love
Their superpower for sure
And they awe me
The really Something they give
At all costs
As Ginger, in heels and backwards
Going forward in grace
All day and always
We look ahead at sixty now
The gander, grace-filled
The graceful goose
Silvery fire, calm
So we wait and keep walking
Flying, when we’re able
But never again bewildered
If we would not be this
We could not be that
Original thought credit: Ms. Joni Mitchell; “Both Sides Now”
Surprised to see the a.m. sun
The door I’d forgotten I’d opened
To remind myself I’m alive
A part of this world
Apart from this world
And out of this world, too
Anyway, first, foremost
Tending to all the green
I thought to stop, I felt ashamed
For all I’m giv’n, undeserved
But, my friend told me the currency
No pen or parchment paper
Each step, a begging
Each breath, a silent scream
An unwelcoming I want
A grace I need
Why we need the woman-girl
Sharing the storyline
She will save you from yourself
Lest you think too long and hard
Let her show you the world’s flora
Should your day be canvassed grey
Dare to let her lead you
In some season of your time
Teach her of the wonder-workings
To the world you navigate
Wonder then, aloud, fine sir
“Her grace, how might I hold?”