Day 3 - In the Calling
Day 3 – In the Calling
They say the sun comes for her calling
And I wonder if she’s scared
Peeks her eyes over the horizon before showing the world her face
I know I am afraid
So many mistakes I’ve paid for that I didn’t commit and still I’m here on the precipice
Trying to find my way wondering what you’ll leave me with when all is said and done
When the scars fade
But my boots feel familiar and my hair never…
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Day 29 - Forward, Again
Day 29 – Forward, Again
It wouldn’t be the first time
I had to do the hard thing
Lead the way
So I realize I have grown used to doing it
The world looks to me to do because they know I will
I can
I field softballs on a Monday evening in Central Park
I learn to live again and again against the trees that bloom so much more beautifully these days
I wonder why my body moves so easy in the dirt and the grasses
Why…
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Day 28 - Curveball
Day 28 – Curveball
I’ve stood in the batter’s box
A long time, swinging all over the zone
And I’ve learned to hit your breaking pitches
Fastballs up and in
I can only strike out so much before the inning is finally over
And I know the last thing you want to do is relinquish the pitcher’s mound when you have to, but it’s my turn to put on the worn leather that’s been mine before you and is mine long after this…
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Day 27 - Move Along
Day 27 – Move Along
Once I watched the train on New Years
I’ve traded in bean boots for heels
Because I’ve learned to walk in them over grates and into the night
The sparkles in my eyes feel right
I feel like myself in a city full of lights
I know the winds change and I await a change too, know whatever comes I’ll meet it like I always have –
And always will.
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Day 26 - An Ode to the Flowers of Bed-Stuy and Crown Heights
Day 26 – An Ode to the Flowers of Bed-Stuy and Crown Heights
I have walked these streets to know
The cherry blossoms bloom in April
Roses by end of May
And in the heat of mid July the sunflowers come back to wink at me from a thousand stoops of North Brooklyn –
Seasons change, and yet, somehow out of the sidewalks we grow.
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Day 25 - Steadfast
Day 25 – Steadfast
They say there is a magic number
For friendship
How after just so many years those hoops of steel appear to keep two people together
But I like our bond better
Your hands and mine, stretching out to find each other over again across rivers and roads
Just out of reach but still there to hold on to in the moments of life, to stay always, a little longer
I am glad for this thing we built…
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Day 24 - Thoughts from Atlantic Avenue-Barclays Center
Day 24 – Thoughts from Atlantic Avenue-Barclays Center
I haven’t written,
I realize watching the 2 train pull into the station headed for Brooklyn College
I fixed my charging cord with electricians tape I keep in my toolbox for such occasions
And wait for a local to Kingston Avenue
Life feels so tired these days
One train after another rolling into the night
I push forward and walk home looking to see if the stars are still above my head in all…
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Day 23 - Hope Street
Day 23 – Hope Street
I grew up in a house
That looked the same as the house next door
And all the houses on the block
So I watched
And I searched for the warped floors
And wrapped porches
Roofs and colors and the changing leaves
That would make my window, somehow match.
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Day 22 - Christmas Morning in Crown Heights
Day 22 – Christmas Morning in Crown Heights
Sometimes you can hear the Long Island Railroad on Atlantic Avenue from my block
I drop off laundry and wander in to the quiet
I’ve missed it
A silent city exhaling
The birds outside the window making peace with the sirens
A gentle snow that falls over the streets
As we breathe
In, out.
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Day 21 - We Already Know
Day 21 – We Already Know
There is no saying goodbye
I wish there was
I will listen to songs and close my eyes against shining fall sun and know our paths might have been together, once
But I have to walk my own
You made me feel whole for a moment there, in the twilight under the lights
But the sun comes up on Brooklyn and I don’t know if you still love me in the morning
I guess now there’s no need to say what we…
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Day 20 - An Ode to the Label on the Waistband on a Pair of Jeans
Day 20 – An Ode to the Label on the Waistband on a Pair of Jeans
I am marked
By all the ways I’ve stretched and grown
Shrunk and expanded into myself
Moved and walked and swam and breathed and lifted this body through life
Maybe, I am beautiful for having the evidence.
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Day 19 - Thoughts After a Long Day
Day 19 – Thoughts After a Long Day
Some nights
I just need to come home to my little studio
And my big cat
Watch the snow shine on the fire escape,
Stars I can finally see in a city that never sleeps
Know my dreams came true somewhere along the road here.
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Day 18 - On The Shores
Day 18 – On The Shores
They say this is a season of happiness
But I say it is a season of change
Winter turns to spring and the birds are louder on the early morning streets of Brooklyn, singing to the sun
My heart beats out like lines on a subway map and I pray for all the things to settle on us like cups of tea and blankets in a storm
Wrap myself in resilience like the sand on the beaches I forget are just as…
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Day 17 - Different
Day 17 – Different
Sometimes it’s easy to be different
But mostly it isn’t
I walk home through Brooklyn thinking how I don’t really belong anywhere except a small studio with a cat
The dichotomies of how it feels to build your own spaces.
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Day 16 - Chained
Day 16 – Chained
They say the woman is chained
And I never really knew what that meant
Until now
That you wait for the moment the phone doesn’t ring those area codes
Or a name doesn’t appear in your inbox
The sudden fear growing in your stomach and overflowing into your heart, futile as outrunning a bad dream,
Clouds in the sky on the sunniest spring days
The voice on the message slowing time to…
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Day 15 - The Way I Wished I Had Walked Away
Day 15 – The Way I Wished I Had Walked Away
Someday, I will go back
Laugh in every place I’ve cried
Until my body shakes and I can’t tell happiness from relief
Until I pause to smile and push my hair behind my ears again, my glasses up my nose
My heart open and wild and sure,
This time, it’s me who chooses the end.
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Day 14 - I Think About Saying Goodbye
Day 14 – I Think About Saying Goodbye
I think about saying goodbye
All the things I’ve loved and lost in life across the years
I like to choose to walk away these days
Let the dead things go
But it’s hard to see past the color of the leaves until they fall
I know it’s right, this winter will melt into spring sooner than I believe
Time will turn
Maybe I have to accept I’ve done my best
I think about saying goodbye.
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