UPDATE:

more middle of the night musings....

i want to be alone with you

no crowds no other voices

some day soon

we'll touch again

we'll drown out all the other noises

i sit and miss the way your hair moves

just a little in the breeze

the home you've never known

my arms are wide

to tend to all your needs

and there's a little space

a little time left

in between the place of growing

and the place of showing us your face

in between us there's a small dark path

if we both start moving we will meet at last

i want to see the sky with you

follow your eyes to the farthest star

where you've been, we'll go again

on wings and things

made from the finest in my heart

i lay here dreaming

of your palm, the size of petals

sweet as early summer's roses bloom

your cheek a magic picture window

your breathing, filling up the room

but there's still a little space

a little time left

in between the place of growing

and the place of showing us your face

in between us there's a small dark path

now if we both start moving we will meet at last

diapers on the clothes line

I call these Natanya flowers because I had an incredible experience involving a labyrinth, a windy day, two little birds, visions of my daughter and a single stem of these flowers (palmer penstemon). A few days later they showed up in my yard. They are a wild flower with an incredible aroma and they have beautiful stems and leaves and flowers. Today when I finished hanging up the diapers I noticed a little bee flying in and out and all around... Beautiful summer, wondrous world. Time for a popsicle!!!
I figured I'd take a picture of the diapers which today fill me up with a sense of joy and romantic imagining because I'm pretty sure I''ll never feel this way about hanging diapers on the clothesline again!

exhale

is what the rain says

though the skylight leaks

below the new roof

into the room

and my breath feels stuck

inside my chest at midnight

come on, breathe!

call for help in morning

after rest

before the farmers market

and the swimming pool

shhhh

there's another side to this

somewhere near

it's dry enough for fireworks

imagine,

someone out there found a way

to dodge the downpour

and send out

a spark

inhale

is what the rain sings

take this opportunity to practice

surrender

giving time and space

to all that enters

making room

for what comes next

exhale