Wonder

By Justine C. Tajonera

Wonder is surprisingly easy
to kill.
A word, a look, a gesture
could dismiss
something beautiful,
something new.

There was something
about what you said
that was resplendent with
love
and I did not
listen.

When you point your hand
to the moon
sometimes I don't see it
the way
you do.

Cover my eyes with
your hands.
I loved how I finally
heard what
you were saying
this morning
after I gave up
correcting
you.

(Feb. 26, 2010)
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Glass of Water

by Justine C. Tajonera

In the middle of the night,
my son opens the door
to our room
looking for
me.

His head and neck are hot
from a fever
but he doesn't cry.
He lies down beside me,
content to be close by.

After an hour,
he turns to me
and makes a request,
"Water please."

My heart breaks over
his politeness.

Dear one, I would bring
rivers into this room
if you asked me.
I would haul the moon
with strings and
make the stars dance
to ease your fevered
sleep.

If my embrace and a glass
of water
is all you want,
here is my heart too
and a kiss
goodnight.

For Badger
(Feb. 20, 2010)


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