The Womb

The Womb

This empty sacred space,
Once filled,
Once thriving,
Aches.

The fertile field,
The warm room
That held a most precious
Soul that is gone.

Stark and hollow,
Surrounded by a whirlwind
Of hope, doubt, sadness
It stares back questioningly.

What is next,
What can grow there,
With love, compassion, warmth,
...me.

-M. Kirkpatrick 3/31/17 (inspired by my friend Mia Merin's painting).

Craving Humanity

Craving Humanity

Parallel shadows
Haunting the days
Never letting light
In to blend or feed
The emptiness.

Ice cold stares
Passing on the pathways
Of commerce
Of life?

Waiting for just one
Melting heart
One warm smile
In the millions of
Automatons.

Craving humanity
In a machine world,
Feel the warm babe
Wriggling in my arms
Her eyes not yet cold.

Gaze down at
Hope in my hands
She won't be the same,
She will change.

-M. Kirkpatrick      2/5/17

The March

The March

Rhythm of this day
Fill me deeply
Let me move freely
Amongst my sisters.

Love, faith, hope,
Anger, sadness, loss,
 All felt as we walk
Forward into this uncertain time.

Nothing can compare
To connection and
True intentions
The basic right to be
free, to be me.

-M. Kirkpatrick, 1/15/17