In 2019,
I want more.

Want more sunrises
More rolling out of bed with a purpose

More afternoons curled in a love seat

I want a garden
inside me and in my backyard

More friends
More nuzzles from dogs

More oceans

More allowance to make mistakes
After all, you were brave enough to try.

More stillness
More belly laughs
More love letters

More sway in my hips
Cool breeze on my lips

More looking in the mirror to see my smile
not the width of my thighs

More finding shapes in the clouds

More moments that leave me breathless

More life
All the painfully messy beautifully chaotic morsels
dripping from my chin

In 2019,
I want more.

The sound of the white birds
Soaring by
Calling to me
With each
SCREEECH
Come fly with us
Do you see us
Hoarding
Or overcome with
Heavy burdens
Are tears flowing
From pain
Or hearts beating
With sorrow
Dive into the
Fresh water
And cool your
Burning heart
Cleanse yourself
And drink
Of Life
Come follow
And let your
Heart take flight

Always on the run;
away from
your presence,
my absence
and all the stories
we didn’t tell each other
I‘m on the run;
away from
your glories,
my worries
and all the things
that teared us apart

I‘m done

Claypan
Hideaway
Constant instars
Exiled metamorphosis
So quiet you can almost
Hear the sun go down

Valle de Las Hamacas
Vista Hermosa
Spheres of Paradiso
Seismic dewdrop points
Listening to the night
Fall with the rain