Me being me…
The thoughts that only exist in the moments
before we realize we need water
All our energy used up resting
The night’s hours property of it
and we just the visitors
but not always guests
The people that make you feel the biggest
also have the power to make you feel the smallest
I wondered today if it’s too late to change my frown lines
Strengthening isn’t what they need but an enemy to fight,
Then I found myself wondering what the motives for that army would be
How do I find that many smile soldiers
to combat the frown’s forces that have decades of experience?
All it takes to flip your day around
is one good stretch of your mouth’s boundaries
Songing along to a song, laughing, lip linking,
eating the largest sandwich findable
another stretch
and maybe this day will be a good one to remember
Writing anything positive is difficult,
it all comes out too cheesy
Just like that sandwich I had four days ago,
a greasy grilled cheese
It’s important
some will say crucial to have a good foundation
To tie your shoes so tight
they don’t slip off mid stride
To root yourself into the ecosystem of someone else’s forest
so deep they don’t forget about you
Taking care of every level of your house
so thoroughly the disease of decay doesn’t danger your well-being
A well being a place to store elements for future use,
for a time when you need them
Without a well and your backup nourishment
you’d be saying to yourself “oh-well”
The word “one” is usually preceded with a “just” in front of it
by the person you’re talking to
even if you only used it by itself the first time
A sting and a stare
Oxygen was a luxury in that moment
which was frozen in time much like us
Lungs so frozen stiff we had to remind ourselves to breathe
An effort it was
You’d mistake us for statues
if you didn’t know better
I’d give anything to be stuck there with you
back in that parking lot
Our two snow-covered cars our only company
besides the building we’d just walked out of
Even the ghosts of the preceding daytime had exited the scene
for fear of witnessing tragedy
Figuring out what words the general they combined to make the word “freckles”
Probably “face” “wrecked” “speckle”
which would be ironic if “wrecked” was included
Given they usually turn people more beautiful in the summer months
than they are in winter
This train of thought it followed by another
about the conversation I had a decade ago about yours
From the front seat someone asked
“You know who goes great freckles?”
Before they could utter your name I interrupted with
“I know.”
Pact comes from promise and act
but only if together and as equally strong as the other
The life of a flower is only given meaning
when they’re being looked upon
either through our own eyes or inside of a picture
Who’s to say what their existences were
before we noticed them in that shop?
on that sidewalk, in that garden, in that film,
in that vase in the sunroom
or in the instagram story of the person we adore holding them
Who’s to say what their existence will be like
after we deem them not good enough for our own company
Is fading, decoloring, tilting and wilting,
being tossed into a plastic black bag their final act?
Do you think they’d do it all over again if they had the chance?
Would you?
A tense shift in momentum
lands you in a foreign land
Stranger to comfortability
when nobody else seems phased
Acknowledging change as a constant
doesn’t make it any easier
Practice doesn’t make perfect
when there’s no rules to the game
Muscles turn soft
when you let your guard down
I bet you couldn’t count fast enough all the goosebumps on my skin
before they recede back into hiding
under the surface
where the rest of the tools in my body’s emotional arsenal wait
for their turn in battle
There’s a reason we step with one foot
then the next
Why one of our hands is a favorite
to use
Spring arrives before Summer
the way it is
The direction of a clock’s turning
is called clockwise
I always savor the first sip from the liquid
Knowing that by the last sip I’ll just want it over with
I find it odd that I can’t hear the vital organs inside me keeping me working,
working
Turning down the street the Sun stares directly into your eyes
making sure you know it’s also awake
and aware that it is a present present
out in this exterior environment we call the outside
You would never shy away from it either
matching it’s brazen blazing energy
Maybe I’ll go back for that same grilled cheese today
…and you being you.