Pequeñas Odas

@velveteenrabbi (Rachel Barenblat) asked for short poems of praise today on Twitter.

Here are some I wrote:

Praise be the pain
that seared us and left
as quickly as it came.


Praise be the cheek that burned
as if from flame,
that now warms the pillow or my hand.


Praise be the gaps
between whose gates
the hours are parsed.


Praise be the heart’s
old shawl of tears
and its kind nap.


Praise be the milk
of everyday desire
that we can measure into cups.


Praise be the moon
and its thin silver hoop
made as if new.


Praise be the quick-
ness of what stirs within,
flame standing up to wind.

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