Tag: relantionships

  • Temporary Weather

    I have loved men
    the way rain loves old cities

    ‘temporary weather’ – charcoal

    completely
    recklessly
    without asking permission
    to flood every quiet street inside them

    And in return
    I became fluent in absence

    I learned how to survive on fragments

    There were years
    I mistook longing for purpose

    Love should not leave a woman
    feeling invisible
    inside her own life

    And sometimes I wonder

    was it my exterior
    that kept them from seeing me clearly?

    The woman they desired
    was never the whole woman

    Perhaps beauty has its own loneliness
    Its own terrible distance

    They saw the face
    the body
    the perfume entering a room before I did

    but not the trembling tenderness beneath it all

    Not the woman
    trying to survive another ordinary heartbreak gracefully

    Not the exhaustion
    Not the depth
    Not the terrifying sincerity
    with which I loved

    Maybe some men only know
    how to approach a woman’s surface

    And maybe I became so luminous outwardly
    that my soul stood quietly behind the light
    waiting to be noticed

    Now the house is quieter

    My sons are grown
    Their laughter lives mostly in photographs now
    in closets filled with the soft archaeology of motherhood

    And I

    I no longer panic at distance

    I no longer chase what retreats

    I have learned
    that some people only know how to love in glimpses
    beautifully
    sincerely even
    but briefly

    like lightning illuminating an entire ocean

    I do not hate them for it anymore

    ‘temporary weather’ – charcoal

    But I no longer build homes
    inside temporary weather

    These days
    I sit beside myself more gently

    I let the dishes wait
    I let evening settle slowly onto the furniture

    And sometimes
    late at night
    in the black reflection of the kitchen window

    I catch sight of the woman I became

    still soft
    still carrying oceans
    still dangerous with love

    but no longer standing at the harbor
    begging ships to choose her shore

    There is a difference now
    between loneliness
    and peace

    I finally learned it
    in the quiet after everyone left

    And God . .

    what a beautiful thing it is
    to become your own safe place
    after spending a lifetime
    asking the world to let you in

  • rəˈzôlv

    You asked

    If I ever sleep

    I – do

    My mind circles

    In – rəˈzôlv

    This dazzling dark

    And its allegories

    Live above these lines

    You watch me

    And my insufficiencies

    When it comes to love

    And that is okay

    Because without it

    I would not be

    Myself