Tagged: declaration

in the beginning was

in the beginning was
the word, and the word
was stella, rapping so
gently at my
window with her icy
knuckles this morning –
despite forecasts
and city shutdowns
and a state of emergency
declaration and thousands
of plows deployed
across the boroughs,
and lining up outside
grocery stores under
a cool blue sky –
despite everything, still
leaning on her southern
charm, like a new art form

in everything, do

there are declarations

there are declarations
of love that never
find the words –
nothing is so
all the time – even
geese sometimes lose
symmetry in the
middle of the
night, but they
don’t stop trying