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.