Miss Mia
Poetry is a full sentence.
An unexpected gift
Deposited on my neighborhood map
One Wednesday in November
Each line is weighty & weighted
Enough to feel heavy on my tongue
To make me work to pronounce precisely
And read carefully
To pause long enough to catch my breath
When I was growing up I got frustrated the only things I could write about was love & trees & flowers
The older I get, I feel wonder at how little else there is
My world with Mia in it is full of love & trees & flowers
Blossoming, bursting, bubbling over, \practically pregnant with it.
And I have pages upon pages of Mia teaching me how to pay attention.
To home grow the type of patience that will guard your heart.
Well it won’t really.
It will pump her up five sizes larger
Till one beautiful bluejay is enough to make you pop
There is so much passion for the world.
You just need to know the recurring community spaces to tap into & show up on time bi-weekly to hear a live reading of it.
To earn the right, nay the privilege to a collective community soul
Powered on prayers to Mary Oliver & decipherable by the moon cycle
Mia lives in my life like the ocean.
Frankly, I can’t see the gravity of the world working the same without them.
When was my first time meeting the ocean?
Could that possibly matter?
My soul knew her far before my eyes got used to the rhythm of cresting tide & dense packed sand that learned how to support the weight of anything upon a million little somethings.
It’s healing really.
The type of spiritual, intelligent good sense that would be prescribed to an old-age consumption patient.
And more than memory-
How does my body feel?
Loved mostly.
Completely at ease
Like ease was how I was meant to live.
Important. Like it’s worth feeling my joy fully.
Important. Like my feelings are worth sharing.
Cherished. Like my shares were stored in the belly of my brother.
My body feels rich & insured for all the community co-op equity its worth
To try and try sincerely to learn to love the world in verse.
To live poetically.
To live a life worth living.
Often they end up being the same thing.
To live a life with Mia in it is to live a life poetically.
To live a life with Mia in it is to live a life worth living.
To live a life with Mia.
To live a life.
A person needs a people.