Free Will

there it was in my baby book
the irrefutable proof and truth
that I was cleaved in two
twinned at birth.

identical me babies
one in mother's arms
one in father's arms
left and right, right and left
and I already knew

the child in the photo
had halves parted by mystery
male female
yin yang
brave and fearful

it wouldn't be so easy
holding hands with myself
the mirror images of love
always longing to be joined.

Sacred Sunday

Sunday crows called me out
while I was cleaning, swiping, wiping.
Noisy birds cracked air and sky,
my playmates from the other side
cackled a morning warning
"This is not the time for so much doing."

My cat knows this.
Listening to rain is our job.