In Between My Breasts

In between my breasts,

Quick to remark,

My heart has learned now 

That it doesn’t really work well 

That way.

 

Yet, stillness continues

Either way; and through the best 

Way of allowing anger

To rise and meet

My own nurturing 

Loving heart. 

 

It could be in little things

At first: the mail

Delivered to the wrong address

Or not delivered at all.

The oven pilot light

Needs fixing.

 

Later, it could be 

In talking. 

 

Ginger Ingalls, February 29, 2012, from “sequel,” my third book.