A Place Without a Person

A star drawn in my mother’s
dark blue planner
reminds me —
we need to be eased from place
to place. We need to be
eased from each other.

This poem is about noticing small drawings my mother made in her planner, which was otherwise full of things she had to do, reminders, lists and so forth.  There was something childlike and joyful about having a glimpse into her inner world; I felt both close to and extremely far away from childhood in that moment.