Finding Home

This space Where you are Breathe in and out Stay here Be here Close your eyes Breathe, Breathe, Breathe some more and Move The way wind does The way water flows Breathe, Move within this space You are not there or somewhere else You are Here. And in Here, Spread your arms Plant your feet Bend, Leap, Move, Breathe, Dance, Sing, Bloom, Without apologies. Burst And without restraint Fly.

When the world was unkind You held my hand and held it tight When my world was spinning out of control, it seemed You held me steady with your firmly planted feet When my heart was wounded never healing as it seemed You stayed with me and let me weep Until the tears were no more And when laughter came again You said without words, Only with your eyes, hands, feet "It's all okay now. You're okay. I am here."

Pencils in the first grade colored Markers bought only yesterday Umbrellas in the out pour of June or in the heat of summer Rain when grass needs it the most I would also say Keys of old drawers but nay rather, the Things inside it safely keeps lost Things Locks dislodged Books drenched to the core our Floorboards our Roof wait, this is not supposed to be what Haiyan took away and yet many things were lost that day lost things Pencils in the first grade colored Markers bought only yesterday Umbrellas in the out pour of June or in the heat of summer Rain when the grass needs it the most Keys of old drawers But more so the Things inside it safely keeps Things, I said to her, "We've got to let go." "As it must be, perhaps all we need are memories" And yet even these we lose Or willfully leave as with other lost Things.

"My Darling. She could not take it anymore. She fought for a good five years." "I am 80 years old," he said. "She would have turned 72 this June." I looked at his eyes. While the surrounding skin was wrinkled, roughened by the winds of time, his eyes, oh how they were alive. He was smiling as he spoke. That of relief that the love of his life has finally found peace in the afterlife. "Her heart gave up, " he said. His words were clear, crisp, straight to the point, smile lingering. I wondered how many times he would have to speak those words until the very last of family and friends have come to pay their respects. I wondered how many times he would have to answer to queries, "What happened? How long?" I wondered how many times he would have to say, "She fought the good fight. Half a decade." I wondered how many times he would say the words, "Her heart finally gave up." I wondered how many m