Poetry Month – April 13

I didn’t sleep well. I woke up with a heavy, critical heart. Fortunately I have people in my life who can listen and who know that by listening fully without judgement, I will find my way back to my sturdy self. Of course, what prompt do I pull this morning? ‘The Listener’ You have to grin at how the universe works.


She sits next to me
She lies next to me
She walks next to me
She listens
I moan
I berate
I weep
I shake
She listens
It is a magical and simple thing this thing she does
She offers me a bowl and I pour all my sludge into it
Over and over
Until I run clean
Until I look up
Until I can see
That she is still there
A storm passes through
She lets it