Tell me how you do it, Claire.
How you turn the simple into the complex
without being complicated.
How you weave flesh and feeling
without getting tangled up in them.
How you keep your life palette
white, black, and gray
while breathing the neons of Spring
into your very aura.
How you maneuver with the grace of a dancer
and the ferocity of a panther.
You frighten and inspire me, Claire,
because you make it seem
like one person really can
have it all.
*As part of National Poetry Month, I’m writing at least one poem each day in April. This is the fourth poem.