ROSES

I could write a long list
of all that I’m not
but I won’t do that
I don’t have the time
instead I will write a list
of all that I love, about us

the blue sweater on the brown bear
the books of dragons and Max
the flute music
and your long blonde fringe
your feet at night
your smile when you walk through the door
weary but glad
for our warm home
sweet porridge in the morning
your muscular hands and dancing heart

I could write a long list
of all that we don’t yet have
but I won’t do that
I don’t have the time
instead I will write a list
of all that we do have
all that we are
all that I am
listening
surrendering
growing
shifting

a mollusc in a too small shell
a frustrated caterpillar
longing for the briefness of sky
a cat on a leash
or too tight shoes
I know I am bigger than this
blessed with this exploratory space
a nasa queen
making loud noises as I suction thin air
learning about this new place
where I am not my worst enemy
and our thrones are still covered in roses

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