On The Beach

People walkin the hazeI watchwith amazetheir abilityto remainstable wherethey cannotsee.They moveas if nothingspectactularis happeningin front ofthem, as ifthey coulddisappearand not beseen again.The body remainsgrounded toearth, the mindadjusts, normalizesthese unstabilizingmoments.

Extraditionary Exceptions

I am that personwho will take photos offlowers in shopping storeparking lotsbefore going insideand missing the sun.Appreciation for thebeauty around me,especially whenit’s finite, will nevernot be crucial inmy mind.For it reflects whatI want to see inthe reality we live in,finding the extraditionary exceptions inan ordinary day.

Message From the Sea

Look out when you get the chanceUntil you can’t see me past the horizonOn sunny days in quiet seasonsI sit in my car by the sidewalkGlancing towards the infinite directionWaiting for time to passComing back to myselfLosing another moment to old habitsEach day is differentSome lessons have to be continually learnedMeeting myself with love, notContinue reading “Message From the Sea”

Speedometer

The day before I got sick, I went for a walk.A jaunt, some might say.I wanted to see the autumn leaves,while basking in the summer heat.How is it October? I thought while walking.I looked up and admired the colors,odd how time passes at different speedsdepending on the time of yearand where your mind is at.

Bookends of a Day

There’s nothing like a front row seat to the beginning and the end of a day.Pale colors brighten in the morning and fade in the night.In the morning, I take a photo of the day beginning, the way the light changes the shade of blue of the water.In the evening, I try to be presentContinue reading “Bookends of a Day”

I Think I Like This Little Life

Saturday morninga blank slate of a dayI closed my doormusic in my earshappy to explorewith no errands to runor people to seeI felt the freedom ofno expectations on mejust a human, just a womanadmiring the beauty surrounding mesalt air in my lungs, sun in my eyesas I write this poem in my notebooksitting on aContinue reading “I Think I Like This Little Life”

Month 12

On the 1st of December,I walked by the seaand came home sweatingunder my coat.Tonight, as I writethis poem, rain poursoutside. Its poundingon my window. I’m cozyunder my blankets withthe heating pad onmy back and fuzzy sockswarming my toes.It’s been a week filledwith both good and bad,feeling really thankfulheading into the lastmonth of this life-changing year.