Forty Years Now
a pocketful of sand
I’ve searched beaches
for myself
a box of letters
I’ve written them all
to nobody
a scar across my abdomen
I’ve fallen into motherhood
to bliss
an oversized wedding ring
I’ve shrunken into love
with you
to know a sibling
to really know them
to know me as a sister
like when we watched each other
learn to become ourselves
even yesterday
tomorrow is a silly thing
there will sometimes be sand
and scars
and bliss
but tomorrow isn’t half as good
as the forty years
I am in this moment
all full of reverence from knowing
how I got here