Sometimes it all feels like swallowing glass; you reach for a solution but it's like trying to catch smoke in your hand.
poetry
let it go in the water
silver as the / magnetic moonrise.
ode to my other half
let's pretend this / never happened
restoration
when touch / becomes a / leap of faith / we don't ignore
grounding [as a mother]
the holes in the backyard / are their rousing valleys / the flooding in the grass/ is their forest floor
the firn
it took no / time at all / for time to / be so unforgiving
vigil for nothing
awareness for the what-ifs / awareness for the things / you could never comprehend / so you spend all of your / precious time trying to
[mother] nature
she waits for rain / fills their cups / before the / storm breaks
