Never having impeccable balance

I swing between hope and chaos

One part of me veering toward extremes strangely reminiscent of sci-fi movies and teen melodrama—

Attempt to reproduce the metaphysical places that come to you in your dreams

Buy all the thrift store wedding dresses and parade about in them!

Become a true cave or island dweller…

I have become obsessive about the time

In Diomedes (big and little)

Howland and Baker Islands

He brings me rain to ease my heartbreak

And stories he has told with aplomb for millennia

A persistent widow

A mustard tree

A cry that goes out at midnight

And all those angels

Poised, always poised

To bring home those he loves