Different worlds

I carry my heavy body from my sheets in the morning

with such hope and defiance
that's only held by the mountains that surround our city

in these recently icebound mornings

I'm amazed we're this brave
and we're going to share the meaning for 'home'
along with forks, sheets, the sink, the morning light flowing from the windows on Sundays, the house chores, morning kisses, knives, fights and lost gloves

I place each limb precisely around the idea of you in my bed

and fall out of my strength for tonight

and with a mothers dilemma

she removes the tears from my eyes that are going to fly her daughter miles away