Grey view of the parking lot
In cold fluorescent silence
I sit
Message light flashing on the desk phone
papers drifted in piles beside my two monitors
popcorn bits in my keyboard, and I am fighting a head cold
How long I have I been staring off into space?
Messenger pops up
A picture
My oldest daughter
Side view of her rounded baby belly
Bringing a wave of tears
exposing an ache of love arising
My own heart shared
the beat of hers
the flow of blood
Her body nourished
my womb stretched
Even now, eyes closed
I know the press of her feet on my bladder
that slow roll and shift
the unmistakable kick
Unmasked
I am awake, I am alive, I am grateful
It is November
About this Poem
Born in Toronto, Sue Publicover spent her early years in Sudbury. She arrived in Kingston in 1973. Sue is a grateful daughter, mother, grandmother and friend. She works full-time in HR and serves as a Layreader in the Anglican Church. Sue loves being in nature no matter the season or weather. With a longtime writing obsession, Sue often pens the inspirations and observations that come her way, and when opportunity affords, she loves to share them.
About this poem: "I love how sometimes a surprise reminder of life's gifts/challenges awakens our vulnerability and brings us back to life (when we might not know we had left)."
Joy Journals
Jason Heroux is interested in seeing what your "joy journal" looks like. What sort of images and moments and memories would be in there? Please send an example of a page from your joy journal to poetlaureate@cityofkingston.ca with the words "Joy Journal" in the subject line. It can be a poem, a list, a paragraph ... anything you like. A few submissions may be selected to appear as upcoming posts on the Poetry Blackboard.