The times I want to remember,

the times I want to forget;

the memories I savor

and those that I regret;

the choices that felt right and true

and those that I still rue:

all the turmoil of the past two years is

settling, settling, settling.

*

The colors lead me home again,

the paintings open worlds.

Unpacked tools fit snugly in my hand

as tangled wings unfurl.

*

The chips fly off the Goddess;

her dust marbles my skin.

The studio’s a chalice,

a place to dance again.

*

With Henry’s warm hand at my back

I teach those I can reach.

We make up for the things we lack

and heal what has been breached.

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And Esperanza in the field,

with Lucky her companion,

shows my heart to breathe and yield

as I rim the canyon.