I carry love
love poured into me since
symbiotic and strong
I carry the remnants of betrayal,
icky and messy,
sometimes revelatory as hell.
I carry with me the mess in my purse,
the scribbled notes
the mess of the last 4 years,
my trusty, black-ink pen,
the expired license I never had
time to throw away.
I carry with me the sound of voices of women everywhere -
my allies and sisters -
giving me a quiet kind of strength
that resonates and permeates
like a nectar of Love.
I carry with me the memories of
my grandmother -
my halmoni who quietly prays for me
and wishes the world for me.
I carry with me the strength of my
friends - mes amis -
innocent, ever-lasting, constant,
my well of water
in this dry dessert.
I carry with me images gathered and
collected throughout my Life,
images of books, comforting pages,
of osmosis, physics, biology
of symbiosis, imprints,
I carry around with me the stories of
with their struggles of war, conflict, division,
the han of 70 years of a divided land.
I carry with me beautiful, effervescent,
orgasmic sounds -
notes that carry me to higher heights,
clearer water and soul,
inspiring me to be a better person
at the end of the day.
I carry with me a cup of blueberry yogurt
and a bottle of 2% reduced milk,
and granola bars
in case I forgot to eat a healthy breakfast
I carry with me the impressions
bestowed by nature,
wrapped up in the gift of morning.
I carry with me the sight of sunrise
the recipients of my beholding -
my loving, yet weary gaze.
I carry around with me an old notebook,
that has given birth to my poems,
bearing witness to my words
and the litany of things
demanded of me
by the world that threatens to
suck me in -
the du jure list of headaches.
I carry with me hope,
hope for a better tomorrow
and the erasure of everything
that should be erased.