This Man

This man

he

knows me

From the hairs on

my belly

to the curve of my breast.

 

This man

he

knows me

From the heights

of irrationality

to the depths

of desire.

 

This man

he

knows me

From before

children

drunkenness and stupor

To after

children

neediness and lack of glamour

 

This man

he

knows me

Sometimes

I think

better than

I know myself.

Love him. Yes I do.

Love him. Yes I do.

Copyright Ketakii Jewson-Brown 2013

Island Time

Morning observations –

Bird noises

Are different

Few people shower

As soon as they wake when camping

Husband still sleeping

After a night of silence

Though I reckon his mind was on overdrive

I put mine to bed

Well before he his.

On this,

Our last day

The sun is beaming

Much earlier than it has been

We can blame the lack of clouds for that.

I have learned to enjoy cups of tea

That are no longer hot.

It’s just life. Evocative and evolving”     Clarissa Pinkola Estes

No Matter

I walk a proud line

On this stretch of shore

Dragging driftwood behind me

Carving my mark through the wet sand

No matter that the tide will come and wash it away

No matter, my line is strong, my mark is deep, my head is high

No matter

No matter

No matter

I stand tall and firm

On this piece of earth, on this here my patch of dirt

Spreading roots deep and wide beneath

Branches nimble yet strong above

No matter that the ground will shake my bones and the wind will howl through my hair

No matter, my core is solid, my stance is bound, my aim is clear, my vision unique

No matter

No matter

No matter

I dream bold

In all the colours of the rainbow

Growing wiser by the second

Trusting instinct more than ever before

No matter that reality may crash this party at any moment

No matter that others dream in different tones and hues

No matter, this here dream is mine and mine alone

No matter

No matter

No matter

No matter, only energy

And my energy is love personified.