A Writing Journey

(This poem holds space for three points of connection: mind, body, heart. If you read closely, you will hear the whisper of the sewing needle, the barbell and my beautiful niece Halee.)

When the needle pierces fabric
I feel a rush
The thread weaves through and
out again
Making contact and designs
Binding layers so that
Something new will emerge
Something that wasn’t there before
To be used or to be admired
I am left to decide

When the weight feels heavy
I feel strength
To push or pull with a steady beat
The movement of my arms
Away from my body
Then bringing them close again
Energy expelled and warmth retained
I sense the rise of my pulse
But also the calm in my heart
I am left with my breath

When her eyes look in my direction
I feel a connection
To a love I cannot explain
A look that draws me into the present moment
But forces me to remember the past
A touch that reassures me that
She needs me
Then she is gone
Off to indulge in something else
I am left alone