write my way out

2021

As a child I wrote 
paragraphs
to strangers
every day 
small missives 
out in the world, in secret
trees that fell quietly 
on the snow-laden ground

As a bride I wrote 
essays
to strangers
encapsulations
of our comings and goings
in public, in secret
gaining traction 
in a nascent land

As a mother I write 
poetry
as a lifeline 
in secret
small acts of 
my humanity
persisting
even now