I have taken my head apart
allowed you to interfere
with the grace that bubbles
Art Work By Yaron Rosner
in my belly such a geyser
I have let your presence
tamper with my inner quiet
and in between
I have brushed my teeth,
I have boiled water
and asked myself when
I’d speak to you,
I have cooked
and cajoled, I have kissed
and been kissed, only
to find myself thinking
of when I would approach
you, reveal myself, show
you the wounding
from and the longing
for, your friendship,
and in between
I have journaled,
washed dishes, knowing
the time must be soon
and will be of my choosing, or not
and then I slept, deeply-
opened the door at dawn
for my cat who tapped my cheek
with its paw, I did not think
of you then, but returned to the warmth
of my bed. I awoke a second time
to my daughter’s request for food
and knew that today would be the moment
I boiled water for tea and coffee, made
French and ordinary toast, slipped
on my clothes and brushed my teeth
brushed my hair and oiled my face,
I drove, wrote, in the knowing
that the moment is in the seizing
the moment is now or not.
Such a wise poem, Kiki. Love it.
Love this mama!!!! beautiful!! <3
Terrific piece. I love how you leave it hanging. How many hundreds of millions of times have we done this with each other? How many times done it without even knowing we’ve done it? How many times have we lied about the fear and hurt aroused by rejection and disapproval? So human. Thanks. Lou Cox
How raw is this! And so close to the bone? What truths you tell! I will add to Lou’s comments…How many times have we thought this and not acted upon it? How many times could we have been at the receiving end of this and not known? How many times have we been at the receiving end and been hurt by it, felt misunderstood and finally rejected? Immense, my dear, immense!
Gracefully mundane. Mundanely graceful?
Brilliant.
Those gorgeous mugs of tea add so much to a poem that, in itself, carries great personal meaning for me.
Do I love you enough to talk? We all face this question, but do not always act. Beautiful Kiki.
This one especially speaks to all (or at least most) women whose family sees their responsible and responsive self and not necessarily the needy self that resides within…The concept that timing is everything is a hard one to internalize effectively. And the mugs are a great visual !
Love it, it has this mundane ,precise and real feeling . xx
Such a place, that I know, and have lived in. Thank you for revealing it in a way that resonates outwardly and inwardly. A moment that can be fleeting and eternal.
So authentic Kiki, you expressed so eloquently in words what so many of us toss around in our head. Of course the tea mugs remind me of you and Yaron !
Kiki dear – Love how the end of “Trasitioning” pivots on the end of “Skirting the Moment”. Life is lost every time we close our eyes, and there is so much that can be seen. Loved it. Thank you!
As with Jimmy Roberts those two mugs, two different tea bags, yet a pair, speak eloquently in silence. Yaron, a stroke of genius. Kiki, also a stroke of genius for your choosing it.