We are like children who ask
where the wind lived
before all this homesick blowing began.
for eons i have nurtured / this valley of woes / within these lines is a prayer
His first proud name was Wave. Although all squirrels are born with wonderfully clever tails, Wave’s was longer and thicker and cleverer than most.
Little flowers aren’t enough for Mom to get back to the way we were before. She needs a whole garden. A magical garden, to bring the light back.
i won't let go
of everything
Pa told us to keep the ache, to bury it, / to never let it go.
I learned that apologies come / after the table is cleared
"The only way to attain wisdom is to leave home."
Simon hated the swan, but Mom loved it, and so he tried to love it too.
Back and forth all day she flits /
and through the hole in their house she fits / not just each different thing she brings /but herself too, making sure each thing / is put in its proper place inside / until she's finally satisfied.