generations.
2005-10-22 11:33 a.m.
married morning, how suddenlyi was happy
my arms out in the garden
making way for smaller creatures
grow up
the green that makes our glory
that sets our stomachs rumbling
knows the touch of gentle fingers,
making themselves into mothers
caught in the act of birthing
casting lines
i caught the hands of loved ones
who seemed all made accepting
for wanting conversations
and spent my days
in friendship, my large cup
overflowing.