Amy Secrist

Tag: being loved

  • Storing Up

    Bare feet in the October afternoon we peel apart the flowering silks of season-ending sweet corn; the scent of sugared earth floats as we tear the still-green leaves revealing rows of cobbed kernels. Snapping free the stalk and tossing aside the husk, we lay the ear by for blanching. The girls yank and pull and…

  • What Moves

    When I lift my gaze above the branches, my lungs expand. Grace comes like that, subtly, like breath, unexpectedly, like the wind, invisible except for what moves.

  • What Blessing is This?

    He hurls himself onto my leg, my chest, from everywhere in the house he comes flying across the floors, bare feet smacking the wood and padding the carpet; he is laughing, or crying, or thinking as he runs, but always he is shouting “I Love You, Too, So Much!” then whispering “i love you too…