First I have a let’s-see
on Etsy,
buy an emu
on Temu
& cameras on
Amazon.
I hire a deejay
on eBay,
go on a bender
swiping on Tinder
& book a lair by the sea
on Airbnb.
After the hubbub
I get pizza on GrubHub,
watch pet tricks
on Netflix
& when my head hits the pillow
I’m still on Zillow.
This summer I am jumping into change with hope
last summer I was dumped into change due to demise
One I chose, one was chosen for me
one is a change of routine, daily tasks, and lifestyle
But last summer a piece of my heart was ripped away suddenly
at the time I did not think I would survive the trauma and grief,
but I leaned on God in a way I had never needed to before
and today I stand, a different person inside, but one who
still believes and leans on God and cherishes the knowlege
that I will see my son again on the other side of heaven
The lake,
just as I remembered it.
Surrounded
by stones and pine.
The water,
cold, but clear.
Shades of blue and green.
I stand at the edge,
staring across the water.
Breathe in, breathe out
the salty, crisp air.
Eyes close
as the wind pulls my hair.
Waves crash
against the shore.
The mixture
of sun and lake air.
Breathe in, breathe out,
peacefulness.
The older that I get
the more I believe
that familiarity
is a luxury.
Like the way I know your words
before they leave your lips.
A fortune-teller’s heart
always predicts
what comes next,
because it has come before.
Nothing new under the sun
only souvenirs to adorn
this life we’ve built
with the hopes that we
might one day revel
in its ordinary.
confounding truth
the known is comfortable
and yet only because it is familiar
doesn’t familiarity breed…something unpleasant?
risk versus the bird in the hand scenario
which road to take, if it even comes to that
chances are the answers are already known
making them less appealing
the places I go
circular roads, leading me back around
we are who we are, I suppose
change perhaps comes in simply moving forward
