I see faces
remind myself: this is what love made, what love makes
safe repetition, rigorous reminding, that first sip of french-pressed coffee
and now, the spring song of birds and that open-mouthed morning maw
of mother nature sighing – we did it again, we survived another winter
then the blue jay screams of protest: many did not survive, will not
and nod, hold a vigil of thirty heartbeats, and remind myself that my
jobs must continue. keep writing. keep reading. keep loving.
this is what love makes. a squirrel balancing on a power line. a butter
pat holding vitamins. a novel about witches. blue-light glasses in a soft
grey case. the happy face in the soap this morning in the shower.
Do you see faces too?
VANESSA SHIELDS 