look here, Sis…inside this door
(ignore the shoes on the floor)
feel the smooth cedar sides
and smell the incense promises
of growing into things
when all else stops fitting.
Feel the door? I have been carving there
the promises I hear
broadcast from Mama’s Hair
(it’s in the falling rain, Silly Sis!
I swear! And rainsong is full
of Her promises so clear!)
but push aside all these other clothes,
ones that we can use later for dress-up
when we are high on herb tea
and feel right here.
Yeah, that’s the one!
I found this, laying in an old hat box!
It was hiding from everyone,
down at Mortie’s Second Hand store!
I brought it to the counter and asked
How Much? He thought I meant the box.
He said he would sell it to me for a song.
I went to open it but his old liver-spotted hand
reached out gnarly but softer than spaghetti
and pressed on mine, and with the smallest shake
of his head he whispered “sing”.
So I did…singing of sun, shining. tomorrow…
Bottom Dollars and love…
and he added tears in harmonic light
Right??! I know! A bargain!
And when I went to try it on,
the dress said “hang me up and wait for Sis!”
So there…just for you…waiting its whole life
for you to step into it