lacey blue hydrangea,
memories of my Grandma's tatting
this color always makes me think of her
on her knees,
praying the rosary

this was the quiet
before the ferocious storm
shook feathers from ducks 

I'm blessed with the most
spectacular friends in the world
who can create such beauty
with cloth, thread,
time,
and love.

someone once told me
that if I ate one of these red seeds
that a magnolia tree would grow
in my belly
 all these years later
I still wonder what it would have tasted like,
but even more than that,
I wonder if a magnolia tree would really
grow in my belly 

do you ever feel
like you wish you had fewer
choices to pick from?

it's complicated
acknowledging your feelings
being true to mine

to plow ahead like
a railroad train or tiptoe
like a spider up a wall
it's all about balance,
knowing when to dive,
when to tread