Interior Terrain

 "It all comes down to the last person you think of at night. That's where your heart is"  -unknown

I want to know, do you have what it takes-

can you make

your interior terrain consistent

with your exterior circumstance?

When someone today saw you struggling

with your pack, that weight of a child's sorrow,

and offered to shoulder some of it for you,

did you let them?  

Whose soul fingers reached for your hand

as you lay in twilight last night;

whose breath carefully stoked your coals

into active fire in dreams-

and have you told them?

Whose vessel holds part of your cares,

and whose do you place

into your own for safeguarding

and how do you know

when to just hold on and when

to reel someone's lifeboat closer to shore

...and when to let go and let it drift away?

Whose movements through life inspire you

and whose do you inspire...

whose small eyes take you in,

whose small hands do you serve;

in whose future did you invest today,

and in what kind?

How many ways did you accept Love today

in how many did you give

When your fingers drop their work,

and you count the worth of their efforts

How much of what you did today,

can you believe in, tomorrow?

Whose soul will yours seek tonight

and where will you meet,

whose eyes will dance

by the firelight of your heart tonight-

and what is the chance that, tomorrow,

that person will know

they were wanted at your side,

when you closed your eyes at today's close? 

Author's Note

Love takes so many forms, and I think we often largely ignore most of them, focusing on some notion of an all-encompassing romantic love that will miraculously meet all desires and needs... and we maybe ignore so much in the process?

Maybe it is time to talk about the other types, too?

Reviews

[h d e rushin]

This picture is of Janae Jefferson Rushin who at just 24 died this morning after a short illness..
"Can you believe in tomorrow" after such sorrow.? But know nothing else but that she loved
your poetry Marie..

dana

[Marie Anzalone]

dana, my heart cracked open and bled to read your news. I am so sorry for your loss, my friend. words cannot come close.

can we believe in tomorrow? you ask. I ask, what other choice have we, my dear? this is why we poets have each other. I sent you a privat emessage with contact info. PLeas euse it if it would help you.

[gombeggar]

about thyme u shined on for us all 2 see, mah dear :) well done...such a lovely drink of thought u pour into our glasses here

[Marie Anzalone]

thanks, gombeggar. I appreciate your words today!