To my Kaitlin, 

When my head is open I can feel the light

from the clouds above me have made room 

for the sun it has shone so strong these many years

and for the warmth on this earth, I am grateful. 

You came to me in these rolling seats

at a studio with smooth marble floors.

I arrived with you at an appointed time 

and we picked it up rather fast. 

Smart women need not be told what to do-

get the hang, paint th 'llusion, make it work. 

Sisters who've yet to meet, will find the other on 2nd Street-

you moved on, I moved up--I felt and then I shook. 

Shaken up, bacon bites- leave the plate at dinner

Cracks in my spine, a body unaligned -what's love to a story-tell sinner?

The look on your face when you sing with the light

be it inside you, or through you- you are only Right. 

Never wrong, not a top- balancing on, just waiting to stop

We are two sides of one heart--the spring and the lake- the key and it's beautiful lock.