as a lost soul
i’m not sure where to go
as a mother - my sole purpose
is to each
to be sure they grow
be sure they’ll be
safe, and loved and warm.
this purpose
is contrary
to my evolution
to a being of
nothing: time, space, love, generosity -
even grace : especially grace
a nothing
a being with no purpose - a soul empty
of expectations: free of the grammar that is life
the vernacular of the earth: the tragedy of the sun
as the ice melts: the sun dims - soon it to will
become empty - an eclipse of matter: dreams
hopes on hopes, grace given to a will with no purpose