Vessel
After Sleep Token
You pray for rain,
After Sleep Token
You pray for rain,
Struggling with the yo-yos of
weightloss
she said this apologizing.
We both laughed.
It really isn’t funny.
It hurts to be called obese.
After years of Slimfast, salads, Keto,
calorie counting, cutting carbs,
fasting, skipping meals, grapefruit,
Weight Watchers, Nutrisystem, and
now Ozempic, a new diabetes drug.
It’s a clear liquid taken as a shot for
a price both financial and you can
never get off the merry go round
or you will be back in line for the
roller coaster.
What is the answer? Is it diet, exercise
and willpower? Or is it a genetic problem
passed down with a brain chemical imbalance?
Take your pick. There are two sides.
I like the latter.
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Small brown shadows
The spots between thumb and forefinger belie the age of my hands
Painted nails of calloused fingertips, scarred from thorns and roses alike.
Soft, strong, always cool upon fevered foreheads.
Warm with whispered kisses following thin skin blue veins to bring life to touch, firm and tender.
Clasped and gripping
Hold
On.
sounds of a spring rain sing
to my window panes
percussive beckoning
give ear to their music
crashing cymbals crescendo
brass trumpets fireworks
low rumbling bass brings
symphonic ensemble
to its second movement
woodwinds whirling
tree limbs trilling
entire orchestra raises
listeners an ovation in awe
of the beauty and splendor
of the majestic performance
that is passing our way
The stranger who cuts you off
in traffic may be more absent
minded than angry or evil.
The waiter who messes up your order
may be receiving chemotherapy,
or have a kid serving in a war zone.
The friend who hasn’t called, hasn’t
returned your texts, may have lost
her job, or her marriage.
Other’s lives are invisible to us,
as our lives are invisible to others.
Think twice before you curse.