During Christmas, my mother used to ask us to list three things we want and three things we need. It didn’t take long to list the wants. Mentally we had been keeping track of them, like a child wanting a toy. “I want that. No that. Oh that too.” As though our eyes couldn’t get…
I am amongst earth’s confetti. I stand above it, stroking its rustic colors with my eyes and embracing its beginning and end. When I am emerged in it, my feet crush its leaves trail after trail, while I inhale its essence deep within my soul; tasting its sweetness on my palate and filling me with…
s e c r e t p l a c e s
Was I sought or did I seek the clandestine of silence amongst the forrest and snow for my eyes to transfix themselves, while the fragrance of the lingering evergreen swept me away.
Paddle me across these waters as the fog dances and light begins to cast morning shadows. I will listen to the loon speak dialects that I don’t understand, yet my soul resonates with every call.
In the Waiting
My mother would often tell me I put the cart before the horse. She was right. I would think or step too far ahead than where I actually was; in the waiting. The yearning for hopes and desires can be like a desert without rain when deferred days, months, or even years without an answer…
Do my eyes deceive me? You move on an imaginary string across the sky, as I lay upon the silky sand listening to lapping waves reach higher upon the shore. And as hues change into pastels, I ponder with a critical eye, whether water drops or sand adorn my lens, while the wind caresses skin…
There are stories that need to be told but these silent lips do not wish to speak There are eyes waiting to decipher but these lids remain closed I am here yet I am not here Lost amongst thoughts that continuously inhabit places that leave me numb
Where are we but trapped in our own minds, lost in isolation? My own little utopia, a place of quiet wrestling between thoughts and “squirrel,” attracted by distraction. An illusion, where memories live in hues that rise and fall with day replaying their scenery over and over, enticing me from one moment to the next,…
Where am I, but in my head with thoughts of you and dancing hypotheticals bending in minimal minuscule ways of ideas and actions for premeditated responses that will be long forgotten in due time.
The Baby Maker
Someday I wish to say, with my future husband, “Yay, she works! We’re pregnant!!” But, right now, I don’t like her.