by Kathleen MacGregor
What I love about family gatherings,
is being a sister to my brothers.
We play games and laugh and I can see how we’re alike.
I see the shadow of me in them and can love my shape.
I can hear the echo of my voice in their voices and can love
my voice. I love to feel that connection
and I can feel it even though
we’re playing a card game or tossing a salad.
Divided.
Part of me is...
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by Kathleen MacGregor
The wind is wildly throwing
itself through the trees,
and the streets.
And the trees, they are bending and twisting.
Peyote dancers feeling into the world
beneath the world.
The sound is like the ocean
slamming itself against the steady shore.
Then the wind seems to inhale.
Silence.
Just like when the water goes from noisy simmer
to boil.
For a moment it’s quiet.
Then the papers fly off...
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She made a sound.
A sound was made
Just there.
And again!
And the sounds came fast and slow-
Slow sounds rippling over space
And meeting with…?
Aaah..aaah…
She never knew, the sounder,
Until a sound returned
and for the first time
She wondered
Am I not alone?
Not alone in space
Not alone at all?
There was another
Making sounds in space,
Reaching out to learn
What will happen?
Ooo! But what will...
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