
The problems of nations
are so interesting,
so easy to understand.
karoline strickland

The problems of nations
are so interesting,
so easy to understand.
“I
JUST
WANT
TIME
TO
CLEAN
THE
TOILETS!
Is that too much to ask?”
“Yes,”
He said.
“It is.
Can you make peace with that?”
“Mama” – she said to me,
tilted her spoon like a silver wand –
“A butterfly came to our house.”

We wore the wind like a second skin
In the light of a March afternoon,
We stepped on the petals that dropped as we went,
And walked like brides in the spring.

It has taken me years to befriend the beach,
To believe in the warmth of sand and of light,
For
I felt
As a child,
Only the alien
green
immensity
of the unfriending sea.
As a parent I have learned –
That –
Necessity is no respecter
Of necessity.
When I was young,
so very young,
and I had all the world and time
for every venture,
for every fancy’s flight,
still
I never had enough.
Now,
I cram an hour in an instant,
And luxury is easily found.

White towels washed with lavender,
once,
weeks ago.
And today
their clean and blossomy scent
carried me clear across the sea,
while my baby slept.
My back against cold cinderblock –
my six weeks’ babe in arms –
while through the triple window
over wood and waxy leaves
snow falls in slant surprising lines –
And from the big bright room outside,
words too
fall
weighted with a wonderful surprise:
“Thou son of David –
Joseph! –
Fear not.
The virgin is with child.”

If stars leave trails
And fairies leave dust,
Then parents leave gold
In flecks –
Over their children’s hearts.
Unseen –
Till time, the great miner, proves
You left
Gold
or
Poison.