cold tea
in one hand
and curling iron
in another
I make magic
in motherhood

never saw this coming
nails painted
with organic polish
on bleachers
and car rides
with another mothers
blessed kids
screaming
singing
beating drums we didn't see them tuck
behind backs
before climbing inside

and what would I change about this wild act of life
maybe, I could have the energy to care
about having two bolts
on my license plate
instead of one?
perhaps, I might find more ease in this body bending over
and over again
in service and care?
that might be nice

and yet,
the joy of being alive with them
surpasses every misshapen thing
somehow, gifts me plenty
whispers tenderly
my love, my love -
there is no lack