Grat i tude
is the color of
green living things
of green giving things
with reaching vines
and stable roots
and shaded leaves
but just enough light
saying thank you
thank you
thank you
for giving me
what i need
Jun 9, 2021
Jun 9, 2021 at 4:48 PM UTC
Keep
Keep
Keep it safe
Keep it cupped
In your palm
Keep
Keep it - careful
Keep it
But give it
A little air
To breathe
Mar 26, 2020
Mar 26, 2020 at 2:25 AM UTC
where
was I
when you drifted
away?
you’ve slipped
so far west
your sun rises
when I see only
midnight.
I would weep
if I weren’t
so weary.
Jan 14, 2020
Jan 14, 2020 at 2:14 AM UTC
As a kid, I fill
notebooks
with beginnings of
diaries -
This summer,
I promise,
I will write every day.
But all these
beginnings
I leave without
endings,
leave so many
stories
incomplete
on the page.
While my words
are still
waiting,
I keep
ticket stubs,
photographs,
wedged
between
pages,
fragments
without
narrative,
except in my head.
I mourn
moments
unwritten,
as they slip
between
floorboards,
and sink below
oceans
of everyday
things.
But months,
and years,
since I wrote the first
sentences,
made a promise of
more
that I never did keep,
I still find the small
scrap
with a sketch of a
seashell,
and stand for a
moment
with my toes
in the sand.
Though my
words
never came
with
specifics in sentences,
not everything
unwritten
is forgotten,
is lost,
And a fragment
can function
as a map
to a memory,
And my past
summer self
is with me
again.
Jan 14, 2020
Jan 14, 2020 at 12:32 AM UTC