Author: Nancy Gaeden

flow

flow

enter the flow of life
spinning, twirling, effervescent, evanescent

moon eye

moon eye

Here I stand
Reflecting on Space and Light

free falling

free falling

here i am
free falling
sideways
through time

nothing to
hold on to
just space
passing through

whoosh!
my hair swings
toward the past
as if
there was
such a thing

another snapshot
infinite polaroids
stitched together
breath by breath
like a long scarf
the kind
they wrap
around poles
to make them pretty

and still
i’m free falling
prancing sideways
through time
even
past death
and
into

eternity

the immigrant

the immigrant

a long ways from home
a woman
who looks like me
on the corner
of the street

Ode to Onion

Ode to Onion

fruit of the dark earth
shiny
juicy
translucent
i am onion

helpless

helpless

my mother is losing her mind
like a broken typewriter
clacking away randomly
furiously
pages and pages
of nonsense

she is walking in tight circles
one she drew in the ground
with her own fingers
while lamenting the world
she can no longer
participate in

all the ways we’ve tried
to lead her away
seems useless
she comes back
and resumes tracing
that circle
eyes down
feet dragging
heart filled with anxiety and dread
following the line
that doesn’t go anywhere

my heart breaks
she is slipping away
unrecognizable
a hand reaches out
from the dark
wanting help
but instead pulls me in
i tear away
the instinct to protect myself
and the instinct to bond with mother
at odds
i am powerless

i am angry
i am furious
i am crushed
i cannot save you
i can only watch you drown
or look away

Glory

Glory

Glory is the day
I open to Rapture

Made of Light

Made of Light

I am made of light
I cannot be broken

unmothered

unmothered

i cannot remember
feeling the cocoon of safety
in your arms
the warmth of reassurance
when something bad happened

i wish 
i could recall
the press of your cheek
the promise of protection
the strength of a mother’s will
the squeeze of your hand
in understanding
i wish
you didn’t just do
his bidding

i wish 
in those moments
of confusion
of pain and cruelty
of helplessness
that you chose 
me
instead of sacrificing
your lamb
in the name of marriage

I wish I could have counted on you
to feel my pain
to gather me in
to have my back
to figure out a way
to give me what i deserved
as a joyful child
innocent
vulnerable
needing to be seen
and loved

i tried to be strong
to forget
i needed you
pretended i wasn’t broken
when you needed me
i was too proud
to admit
i didn’t matter
enough
to my own mother

all these years
i tried
pretended we were that
giving 
what i desperately
wanted to receive
blind to see
that we never did
have that kind
of relationship

so today i grieve
and all the tomorrows
may this recognition
help me uncarry 
this fruitless seeking
may i hold me close
and offer safe harbor
may i make it felt
that i matter
may i choose me
again and again
may i know tenderness
and feel the 
contentment
of knowing
i’m loved

Beyond

Beyond

life is humming all around
and within
the air is thick
with the nectar of creation