you are a fire (poem)
The sea breeze
brushes my hair back
off my face
like a gentle mother
and heals all my wounds
in this moment,
whispers promises
of rain,
a soft one.
I’ve become old and tired
and we all need a little laughter
to get away
for a moment.
Someone should tell me
“My darling, you knew it long ago,
you love so beautifully
and you are a fire
burning true
keeping safe and warm
tending to self, and in so,
tending to others
steady and calm,
and sometimes raging.
It’s impossible to look away.
You’re mesmerizing, and magic.”
And I’d say, with sea-rain drops
in my eyes
tidaling over,
“Thank you.”