Busy, Busy, Busy

[catelin]

Not much to tell...I've been busting ass working on a bunch of poetry submissions and trying to get the fall issue (late again, I know) of the quarterly ready for viewing. Things in my life are good and I'm happy. That's everything that matters.


When I read my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Great lovers don't just meet somewhere, they are inside each other all the time.---Rumi


The Long Way Around

You will laugh when I tell you
it’s all about circles, coming back
to ourselves again; when I tell you
the first thing I ever wanted to do
was watch you sleep, to be
mesmerized by how a beard
darkens the chin between
four and six a.m.

I will tell you I always believed
in stars--how it’s about signs,
roadmaps, and finding one’s way
in the dark; how I always said love
should be as easy as breathing, even
before I knew when you were born
and saw the star in your name.

You will laugh, but on Sundays
we’ll roll across warm sheets; and I’ll
tell you that, according to Rumi, we have
been there, each in the other all along.
There will be my hand laid across
your heart, one finger tracing
in miniature the circuitous
route to our bed.

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Puzzle pieces

[raindog.livejournal.com]

This poem startled me into thoughts of my own love life, CC. Into an epiphany that the first thing I ever wanted to do was wrap my arms around a mare's neck and breathe her dusty sweet scent. I write this in all seriousness, as you would know. The sojourns, of Elizabeth Taylorian number, that I have made with men have loomed large in my life. But they have been red herrings, cultural constructs that I romped into because I had too much energy to contain, or too little energy to continue wandering. I am a married mom, but I am more essentially a single woman whose greatest loves have been her child, her horses, and a brown dog three years gone. The other day someone asked if my husband is the love of my life. I puzzled over that question because I couldn't say that he was, and yet I also couldn't say that some other man had been that love...You've helped me solve the puzzle. As always, I send my love.