lunar eclipse

with millions of pairs of
eyes staring expectantly
who could blame her
for hiding in the shadows
blushing in embarrassment
thankful for the gauze of
cloud cover drifting past
shielding her briefly
until she was ready
for the slow move
back into light

joined

my mother’s left arm
is longer than her right
there is an extra crease
on the inside of her elbow
about half an inch
from the usual one
that she used to say
the elders used to say
was the site of attachment
of a fully formed limb
to an endless arm
in a previous life

i listened to her tales
and afterward contorted
my body searching
all my joints for a similar
sign of connection

oh, right

told him that i had
about four weeks
of vacation saved

so he asked
where do you want to go?

told him the where
didn’t really matter
so much as the who
i’d be going with

so he asked again
where do you want to go?

spring

my boys keep changing with the seasons
one has a new voice, barely a month old
that rumbles like slow rolling thunder
and still takes us all by surprise
and his brother has wispy whiskers
sprouting proudly upon his chin
like weeds after scattered showers

no work

don’t thank me
loving your children
is as easy as standing
off to the side of a room
and letting my arms
reach out to rest
upon their slender shoulders
each time they silently
sidle up and lean in
for the span of three
of their hummingbird
heartbeats