Recently, I went to my first poetry night in roughly a year. In that time, my life has changed more than I could have imagined. Love, loss, new beginnings, new journeys, new communities. Last week reminded me of why I've always loved writing. Creativity is a joy I've far too often restricted myself from in the past, so I feel very grateful to be in creative communities I feel at home in. So many people have helped and guided me to where I am today, and I'm grateful for all of them
A second sun crossed my night sky
Caught in her gaze
Now passing me by
I found your touch
Slipping through my grasp
Curls on loosened fingers
A practised name on my lips
This house needs furniture. I know
Hinges. I know
A breath. I know
I smile, remembering home
In silence,
I know
