
In the Middle










To praise God and to lift my mood, I want to ruminate on some things I am grateful for at the moment.

I am always so proud of my husband, who serves in the United States Navy. Part of the Navy flag is cut off in this picture. I was experimenting with cloth filters, and I didn’t have the best angle.
Children mature
the way multitudes desire,
turning from proud stones
to sand.
The machines take turns
walking me.
I’ve been ill with
wicker baskets for weeks.
Between my legs,
unzipped zipper.
Epiphany window.
When I was pregnant,
I lived wretched
as a butterfly in glass.
After birth,
I became a flower.
My stone
makes my reliquary
when she naps.
Far away,
mortars,
pestles,
beaches.
I will hide her in
the hungry mountains.

