Sunday, November 30, 2008

a bucket of water
poured out on the ground
an egg broken
for baking
a basket of berries
crushed for jam

i cannot stop the words from filling this space
for you to know that the pain is not something
you should keep inside

hearing laughter
and giggles
in my kitchen
is also part of the day

but what is yours
are you alone in the house
responsible for little ones
responsible for no one

what is your pain

i will stop being woman and
become a human being

here i tip the contents out
that i hope others share
not some private event
not what has happened

but what is real to all of us
we suffer from being human

1 comment:

Dana said...

To say much of anything in response feels like it would take away from the beauty of what you've written here. My heart is full in response. Thank you for this beautiful and simultaneously painful and comforting poem.