She slipped through the back door

Quinto do Moinho De Vento, Vila Nova de Milfontes, Portugal
 She slipped in through the back door

 In the dark night, only the tiniest 
 light from the sliver of silver moon, 
 she tiptoes inside the back door, careful
 not to let the screen door clap closed
 behind her. She moves like 
 slow sliding slippers across the tile
 kitchen floor, pulls her way up
 the ladder of stone stairs, into your
 room at the end of the hallway, with its
 walls painted in pictures of serious 
 and smiling children. She inches her way
 into your bed, like a caterpillar
 crawling and settles beside you, silent
 except for the soft sound of her breath like
 morning dew on the strawberries out
 in the garden. When you wake, you sense
 her presence lingering there, having almost
 forgotten what she feels like.  

This poem was inspired by John Barrymore’s quote: “Happiness often slips in through a door you didn’t know you left open”.

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This poem is part of an online collection I call All the Shapes of Joy.

A Place to Stand

Wysteria – Catania, Sicily, Italy, 2018

A Place to Stand

I’m looking for a place to stand, a place past

judgement and labeling, past anger and hatred, a place beyond

fear. My feet keep moving, stretching, searching, hungry to find space

where my heart can bloom and my soul can sing. I stay awake and pay attention because

this place is subtle, like the flavor of saffron lingering in my mouth. It’s a nuanced spot

that only speaks when you slow down, when you reach inside and listen deeply

to your body’s wisdom. The location settles you in a contented solitude, a seclusion

that moves you past the duality of good and bad, stability and freedom, attachment and aversion.

When you follow your embodied experience, you find a place to stand where

your being is washed in light, where your heart opens like a flower, where possibility

flows like a river over your feet standing along the stony shore. 

This poem is part of an online collection I call All the Shapes of Joy.