Wildfire
Quietly sittingI’m challengedTo moveTo connectWith another soul I know it’s herCurly hairSharp blue eyesOverwhelming joyUnbridled feelingOf home We sitWe listenWe connectWe don’t talkUntil it’s timeThen she sharesI’m white lightFlickering fireRedsOrangesWithMother TeressaOn myRight Shoulder She isA death doulaSitting withThose on the precipiceOf the next stepHer presenceDraws outA picture ofAn amusement parkHer beingThe attractionDrawing in joyCelebrationLaughterI walk…