Release

ocean, clouds, Limantour beach, photo
photo by Elizabeth

In these past years, hurts, disappointments, confusion, resistance, loss, e.e. cummings‘ poem says it best:

let it go – the
smashed word broken
open vow or
the oath cracked length
wise – let it go it
was sworn to
go

let them go – the
truthful liars and
the false fair friends
and the boths and
neithers – you must let them go
they were born
to go

let all go – the
big small middling
tall bigger really
the biggest and all
things – let all go
dear

so comes love

Mirroring

Ocean shore, love, photo
Photo by Elizabeth
The longer I live, the more deeply I learn that love - whether 
we call it friendship or family or romance - is the work of
mirroring and magnifying each other's light.
Gentle work.
Steadfast work.
Life-saving work in those moments when life and shame and sorrow occlude our own light from our view, but there is still a clear-eyed loving person to beam it back. In our best moments,
we are that person.


James Baldwin

Touch

shadow, sand, friends, photo
poem & photo by Elizabeth
TOUCH

hands awaken 
stars in skin
till our palms
press peace
deep as breath

yet this snow-blind 
animal need for touch
shared by grooming apes
and dogs sleeping entwined
is rarely about sex 

but instead our primal need to know 
we are not stones tossed out to sea
as we breathe the same air
molecules shared
in this brief habitation of skin

Thank you to the editors of 5AM for first publishing this poem.