We choose how we see things.
An intention towards love rather than reactions from fear can change everything.
We choose how we see things.
An intention towards love rather than reactions from fear can change everything.
Alive like a stream
When I was Lainey
I played with iron shavings—
scattered them all across
the Formica countertop
Mama handed me the big magnet,
lucky horseshoe-shaped.
I gasped as the slivers danced,
alive like a stream, drawn to me
I felt magical
God-like, even.
Delighted, oh so
powerful, but then:
I developed a tiny crack
my power faded
my magic leaked out, powdery, invisible:
on my bureau, my bed, my scarred desktop—
I was scattered.
No magnet in this world
powerful enough to
pull me together.
Powerless,
I drank poems to survive
dug up feelings sweet as
winter carrots, strong as
hurricane winds stirring up
long-missing particles
suddenly magnetic, moving fast
dancing home
in torrents, laughing
the way running water laughs,
the way Lainey laughed, magnet in hand,
so long ago