I want to feel a weight on my shoulders,
a stretch across my spine,
a hug,
a carrying of a child
piggy-back.
My own small self?
Not a pressing down weight,
a caring-for,
carrying for fun,
for safety,
love.
I feel this when I’m strong,
well-slept,
long-enough dreamtime.
Most of my life is inside
but, today, especially today, I want to feel
the shift,
the weight,
of whatever is to come.
I used to wrap myself in a blanket–
I’d always be cold.
When shivers ran down my spine–
I’d add a layer.
Now, it is different.
I am open to hearing, to feeling, what
wants to be known.
m, Jan. 3, 2023
One of few poems I’ve written. : )