Preservation

How do you take the softness

Of the day

And keep its memory safe?

How do you preserve the little

Snake that was found dead in the road?

How can the memory of love be

Kept Alive?

Perhaps for the first you might

Make a blanket of leaves to keep

The second, take it and bury it with

Dignity, add flowers .

The third will permeate all of your days,

You know this.

Make a favourite dish and name it thus,

So you may sup on that love.

This life is filled with days

That you would want to keep

In a jar so that you may peek

At for its joy

But nothing will ever be as it is

Right now…

So be fresh each moment

Relish, eat, taste, roll in each

Breath taken

Cake eaten

Kisses that make you reel.

Be present each moment

Do not label it Good or Bad

Life simply IS

Terrible Good

She stirs softly at first

A whispering beneath your skin

Perhaps years will pass

Before you reach to scratch

And then beneath your surface

She will emerge

And each of you

Will have something different

Arise

She stirs and rages

That feeling in your gut

When know that something

Terrible Good

Is about to be born, vomited, screamed

And then

You will run, your feet will become

Hooves, paws, or sinew body sliding

The Great Goddess

Will NOT be stilled

She wants to shout her name

She wants to Live

Lest you Die Inside

Rather reach to scratch now…

Rather tend the flickering

In your eyes when your mirror

Shows something else

Rather bow down to the river

And let yourself be flowed

Because if you don’t TEND

Your end will not be what you died

To come for