week five

God of the big wild world
Be small.
Dive down into the ball of cells,
the miracle,
the deep magic,
and make your mark.
Look with love
and mercy on this tiny
coil of tight-sprung
life. Glory--
all glory to You.

[early May 2012]

happy secret

We hold a happy secret,
you and I.
As yet invisible,
imperceptible
except as two thin
purple lines.
Soon this secret will
most likely make me sick-
but not like other
secrets might-
a healthy sick (there is
such a thing).
We hold it now,
like a butterfly lit
on our open hands:
awe-struck.

[early May 2012]

all work and no poems

All work and no poems
makes Haley a
tightly-wound girl.
Deciding, packing, moving,
adjusting, and growing,
but no writing.
Patience, friends --
the words are building
behind the wall of work,
gestating, forming,
living --
and getting ready to live.