So deep in sleep, pink and turned
to the side    peaceful mouth
Say what you saw: salt   honey   sheep
Once upon a time,
the well was pumped to feed the garden
tomatoes   pole beans   carrots
There was a poem down there
at the bottom   which never dries
unless you ask it too
Tonight you have the well of sleep
thirsting through your body, gentle lamb
little lamp     moon beam
Once upon some day
lovingly rearrange the thoughts
that make you b l u e
Deep down     the sound of your own voice
will equal j o y
that belongs    to you
Share what lives at the bottom
and you will never be empty
you’ll find what you need

A much better surprise has come from this wind.
Though, no one slept well (my husband took to the couch like a nest).
I dressed the child in purple and called my job finished.
At least she didn’t weep. She was mysteriously alert.
I met an oboe player today and she described a hopeful new place
where flora and fauna return, along with cherry pie.
We played show and tell with new music. Her about her breakup,
me about the happy apple.

(((INfiiiniiiTY))

This one is inspired by the wonderful Ask the Ages concert I heard last night with harp and horns. I regret not bringing my camera. The Chapel space was so gorgeous with the juxtaposition of vibes, harp, drums and bass on stage. I was lured to the concert by my favorite Alice Coltrane piece, Journey to Satchidananda and the promise of a Pharoah Sanders feeling, which I heard and felt.

#2, We All Fall Down

I can’t nor do I want to imagine life without her,
this world of music and of grace
that plays on with or without me, sings
like a saxophone and a harp gliss mixed with chocolate covered
baby dreams sliding further away from me every day,
ask the ages how to get any work done with her around,
any dishes, any laundry, any paperwork or writing,
I wonder about a piece of toast, how much I take it for granted
or the sky with its metal plated blue, like a guitar player
always with so much to say — rain one minute, sunshine
the next, every day is one more ring around my bones
a pocket full of posies, ashes, ashes

After a long time of thinking about starting a blog, I am finally doing so while on my maternity leave with my little daughter Zephyr. That said, any new mother reading this knows that I am not getting out much, nor am I getting much practice time in. I think I’ll just use this time to revisit some of the work I’ve done in the past until I get rolling again… I expect to return to performing this Spring/Summer. Until then…