Gifts

IMG_3557Apache tears
black as coal
for each palm
clearing grief

Coconut oil
and heat
even the knots
have knots

A journal
blank pages
not knowing
I write

The sound
of raindrops
falling into
a tin can

Ramshackle beauty
bud vases
slanting floorboards
Flash of home

An injunction
to listen
to the aggravation
in my lung

Owl feathers
for soaring
into the dark door
between trees

Rose quartz
Carnelian
Turquoise
Obsidian

The company of women
mothers
healers
seers

That is what I crave
seek
find
am

One thought on “Gifts

  1. Katrina Kenison says:

    Love this Jena. Especially: “not knowing I write.” That is always the process for me, too. Not knowing, writing anyway.

    You say more with less than anyone. What a rare and wonderful gift.

    Like

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