What Cannot Be Shared
We draw lines on a map
call this side ours
the other side yours
taken so seriously
a silly business
land belongs to land
We protect
our bodily space
step back, turn away
in our home,
my studio
your office
our shared family room
As a poet, an artist
my voice, your style
memory, mine to interpret
not yours to rewrite
our roles—you fix
and cook
I make sourdough bread
A dear sister
comes to visit, yet
she cannot join me here
Pain, a lonely island
owned only by this skin
Remote healing, reiki, prayer, with porous boundaries, energy moving, at least for a moment, or maybe its just a feeling in my own body.
pain and grief, the loneliest islands