The feelings I write,
the feelings I give
today I ponder time
and a clock strung with string
and the powerful men
of tomorrow
when I take a stake
in my own power,
honey,
when I sip tea and drink juice
(smoothies, preferably)
I feel mad at times,
and worried at times
past and future “tick” by
but present
molds,
holds,
unfolds
in the up-down motion of an eyelid,
the snowflake melting on your palm,
the silence when dad shows up
but not mom.
It is in these spaces that time was invented,
and dreams were had
where forgiveness was a portal
within a portal
and sand did not make the hour glass –
it was the ocean that made the glass,
the sea whispering home
as I recount
powerful men,
and the flipping of coins,
and the thrill of a poem
well ended.
inspired by the work I saw at chanorth art residency: https://www.instagram.com/chanorthartresidency/
cover art: https://www.instagram.com/dannibellandostudio/
July 29, 2019