Lots going on lately; sometimes too much for words to contain. But I do have a poem to share. Hope you all are well.
Shapeshifting
My sons pretend they are
shapeshifters, bodies morphing
for purposes of good or evil.
Boy becomes dragon becomes
bird of prey -- fire-breathing
becomes feathered danger.
And I wonder
what shape I would choose,
how my heart might grow
stronger, my arms to wings.
And I wonder
what shape might move me
closer to being yours.
But make-believe only
makes my featherless arms
more heavy and my heart
weaker by its wanting.
And the fire burns my insides,
because I cannot breathe
a word of this.
