Ars Poetica: Starting Over
I have forgotten how to choose fabric by the feel of the drape, how to tell by touch what will fall into folds under its own weight.
Seaworthy (for Meredith)
My daughter calls to offer me some
sweet words of support. I tell her the days are okay but nights
I wake in fear …
Still, I Give Thanks
Day fourteen in the radiation waiting room, and the old man sitting next to me says he gives thanks every day because he can still roll over and climb out of bed.