i say yes to all of it
everything that was broken yesterday
remains that way today
i have fixed what i can and the rest
is the life i have chosen
or sunk into
shoulder high
and i’ve yet to flail my hands
i am still
and silent
i was listening for something
for the longest time
and then i forgot how to speak
this isn’t mud i wallow in
but rather
the exquisite change pain of life
i no longer wait to be rescued
there are stars
or rain on my face
clouds
or blinding blue skies
crows chatter on the line
i used to talk through
there is a bluebird just now
warbling a love song
there is earth pressed tight
against my heart
winter ate me whole
and spring will spit me back out
this clay will all turn to dust
and my feet are already
bare
.
.
.
.
April 13th, 2013 at 8:57 am
bare is how we come and go…nicely versed as always, kelly.
April 13th, 2013 at 9:59 am
I could read this every morning; it is a whole book of poetry; each phrase should be a page, so that we might sit with it for awhile.
April 13th, 2013 at 10:35 am
thank you for this stunning poem; it stopped my breath and so perfectly describes me, my life, and especially the last few months of my life. i’ve said and written the words “i say yes to all of it” over and over lately. thank you so much.
April 13th, 2013 at 10:38 am
ahhh… mrs. m. i do so love you poems…
you are the first, and always, of the emails i open, and the one i consistently love the best.
this photo is outstanding!!! as are so many of yours…
thank you for the beauty you bring into my life.
vicki 🙂
April 13th, 2013 at 1:19 pm
Beautiful, beautiful words.
Anna :o]
April 14th, 2013 at 10:38 am
so good. So full of interesting twists and turns.
I would love to see/have you in print.
Your words I mean 🙂
April 14th, 2013 at 4:29 pm
There are not words for how much I needed to hear this today. You often reassure me when I falter, it is a beautiful gift.
April 16th, 2013 at 9:21 am
[…] So: I am grateful for you, I am grateful for my life, and I love you and it and every last bit of it, even a world in which this kind of thing can happen. Here’s an utterly gorgeous poem called “I Say Yes to All of It”: […]