POETRY
THE FULLNESS OF THINGS
we will sit for hours together
and let the scenery of life
break our hearts into
millions of tiny little pieces.
and then we will watch, astonished, as
in the space between two heartbeats,
the very same scenery
fuses those pieces back together again.
as if we’d been kissed by life.
and then we will go for a coffee,
or do the dishes,
or pick up the kids from school,
or dance in celebration
of the fullness of things,
our hearts pregnant
with bittersweet mystery.
HEARTBREAK
Life is here to break your heart over and over again
until you realise that heartbreak is life too.
And then your heart can no longer be broken.
Or fixed.
And you stand naked in front of life, moment by moment,
knowing that whatever happens is totally okay
even in the midst of perfect devastation,
which, of course, is devastating perfection.
This is freedom beyond the speaking of it.
THIS STRANGE PLACE
Can we meet beyond the story of us,
in the place beyond expectations,
and hold each other there?
Can we meet beyond the dream of tomorrow,
and rediscover what is here today,
so that today becomes tomorrow, effortlessly?
Haven’t we always been meeting like this,
here at the edge of the world,
where everything is possible?
This strange place seems so familiar.