Meditations for Queer Femmes — “The Hard Answers”

Relationships with friends, family members and lovers; what to do with one’s queer femme life; why and why and why…we queer femmes crave moments of respite where we can recalibrate, breathe, sit in peaceful contemplation. I hope this poem I wrote for my butch husband early on in our relationship, will afford you one sweet moment.

The Hard Answers

The hard answers must

lie somewhere between

brook trout and mourning doves.


Elusive and sweet,

the wild fish flick their tails

and vanish in the dappled water.

Pursuing them through brambles,

you might go gloriously in

over your waders. You might

hook one, lose one,

not get one at all.


While back in the burbs,

evening and dawn,

the mourning doves chortle

their comforting song:

Close your eyes, close your eyes;

open them now, open.


The hard answers swim in and out

of focus, enter our thoughts when

we’re dreaming, escape us at dawn

only to reappear again after

we’ve made love, fought,

laughed so hard

we’re both weeping.


The hard answers can’t be anticipated

or rushed or pulled from nowhere.

They gleam at us briefly,

a ray of sunshine catching

the brook trout’s fin.

They steady us through the days,

cooing: Time to sleep;

time to rise.


Every Monday, I offer a Meditation for Queer Femmes in the spirit of my maternal grandmother, Mimi, who was fabulous, and from whom I inherited her Meditations for Women.

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4 CommentsLeave a comment

  1. So lovely!

  2. Nicely done.

  3. Wow, this is so amazingly beautiful! I didn’t know you wrote poetry also. Absolutely wonderful. Thank you so much for sharing it!

  4. Thank you so much, for the kind words and for stopping by! xottf

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