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. : )