Sometimes
all it takes, is to hear
the call of an owl
gently wafting through the barren trees
of an early March morning,
before the sun has risen,
to remind me
to seek beauty and wonder
in this world
always.
just like that
And then, just like that,
I don’t want to think of you.
The past is the past.
likely need
I need you
more than you likely know
and more than I likely say out loud.
what the story does to me
Time passes by me
quickly, effortlessly, joyfully.
I barely comprehend where it’s gone
when I look up at the clock
to register the difference in numbers.
That’s what the story does to me.
I enter a new, beautiful world,
a world I created.
I could stay there for hours.
I come alive there. I feel my heart glow.
And when I step away,
I’m counting down the minutes
until I can return.
listening to my body
It’s OK to take it easy,
slow down your pace for a while,
if your body tells you it needs such.
I hear this from my body today,
a yearning to just be,
without constraints or expectations.
She yearns for me to listen, and oblige,
the least I could do.
She asks for love, and compassion,
and acceptance.
Unconditionally.
“Love me just the way I am, now.”
So today, I will slow down,
listen to, and love
my body.
last day of a decade
This last day of a decade
presents with more importance than yesterday
even though that day too
was the end of a decade.
As is every day.
Tomorrow I will leave a decade behind
and enter a new one.
While society tells me how momentous this is,
I see it as another day,
another day gifted to me to be alive, here,
on this Earth as I am,
like today.
That, alone, is more than enough for me.
the familiar returns
Resuming a sense of normalcy
from before, before the world changed.
But, isn’t the world always changing
and we just hardly notice?
The familiar offers comfort and routine
back into the voids structure has vacated.
Remember when this was all we knew
and expected?
My perspective has changed
and maybe, so have I in this process.
I feel little familiarity, scarce comfort;
unease and inquisition sit with me instead,
surrounded by those basking in normalcy’s return.
Must it all return to how it was before?
vivid dreams
I cannot remember a more vivid dream
than the artistry
which played behind my eyes
as the morning sun slowly adorned my eyelids
and danced with me.
You danced with me.
You held me, listened to me,
and it felt so real
I could feel your skin on mine,
I could hear your voice, familiar.
It was as though you were waiting for me,
like you have been waiting for me
all this time,
more than I deserve.
Then, simultaneously
my eyes open and well with tears, to realize
it was all in my head.
find love everywhere
To know
that the time we spent together,
though short, and long ago now,
still loops through my mind
brings me joy,
amidst the anguish,
for it proves to me
I am open to finding love
everywhere.
floating
Snow blowing across the road toward me
as I plow the truck down the highway,
parting drifts to the shoulder
and opposite lane,
blurring the lines of where I’m supposed to be.
Billowing in the wind,
soft, fluffy and rolling balls of cotton
like I’m driving through clouds in a summer sky,
I’m floating.
Dawning Words 