Remember the Middles

We seem to be at the end.
But don’t they say the end is just another beginning?
So much talk concerns ending.
Beginnings get their fair share too.

But the middles are truly left out.
The great parts that are perfect as they happen
But just aren’t well remembered.
Middles are everywhere.

The middle kisses, done in passing
or the safety of long-term relationship.
The middle chapters,
Where characters are still growing and learning.
The middle years, where life is just going
And will be much the same for a time.

Too much focus on the end and the start.
But we have no way to refocus on the middle.
We just aren’t wired that way.

As the Dawn Breaks

First shadows appear against the sky.
Before everything was the same shade of dark.
The shadows are just the trees,
And soon enough they are easier to see than the stars.

Then color slowly bleeds into the world.
The sky turns first to a deep dark blue or maybe purple.
The as the light grows, the trees and world gains color too.
Bit by bit, over hours, the world gets slowly more colorful.

Until finally, the big finale.
The sun rises up over the horizon
Shooting the clouds through with color
And fully illuminating the world.

My Bed

Soft blanket for cuddling
With a fuzzy inside.
Stuffed animals to protect from the cold wall.
A squishy pillow to rest my head.
A nice soft mattress to bring it all together.

I grew up on this mattress.
It moved up and down.
From top bunk to regular bed
And back and over again.

Now it’s stuck as a regular bed.
I took it from my parents,
And removed it from its fellows.
Never again will it stack up high.

Over the years,
My bed has changed.
New blankets, new sheets,
And new stuffed animals.
But it has always been my bed.

The Drive to Search

A dark-skinned woman,
With a hijab covering her hair,
Strides down the sidewalk.
Her clothes are dark.
She blends in with the night’s shadow.
Her destination is unknown,
And she whips her head side to side,
Checking every alley,
Every nook and cranny of the city,
But her quarry is nowhere to be found.

Sound Bytes

Strumming my veins.
Pounding my heart.
Screaming through my lungs.
Thrumming through my brain.

Moving through me like a wave.
I cannot control.
Only listen.

What’s Your House?

Our house defines us.
Whether it is clean or dirty.
Organized or messy.
Smart or brave.
Ambitious or hardworking.

But one house can have every attribute.
Maybe the kitchen is dirty,
But the bathroom is spotless,
And the office is overly organized,
While the bedroom is bedlam.

One person can have many rooms.
Many facets.
Many houses.
No single adjective can describe a house
Or a person, for that matter.

A Spot of Nature

Circles in the rock mark years
Of water flowing and flowing.
Little holes next to the path
Are markers of water levels of the past.
And the canyon itself is a chronicle of this little river.

The water is actually blue here.
Real water is blue. We didn’t just make that up.
It contrasts nicely with the bright red rock
And the dark green forest.

Everything is vibrant.
Vibrancy in all colors:
Red, green, blue, brown.
Nature abounds and
Did I mention?
It smells fantastic.

Pearl

Pearls are shiny and nice.
Some are round, others not so much.
Most come from Earth,
But not all.

I have heard tell of a pearl
That can swordfight.
This pearl is tall and slender.

This pearl has hot pink hair.
This pearl loves deeply
And does ballet.

This pearl has saved the world
More times than you can count.
This pearl has been defending the world,
Since before humans could count.

It’s Whatever.

Eyes burn when closed.
It’s harder to focus them.
My hands are clumsy.
My mind even more so.

Names are the hardest to get.
Full sentences nearly impossible.
Everything is either funny or angry.
Music is the only salvation.

Keychain Memories

I have a keychain from every place I’ve been.
I collect them to hang on my wall,
Like pictures, they represent snippets of memory.

Forever bigger my collection grows
To hang ever heavier on my wall.
I wonder if it will collapse.

Someday when I am older
With more memories,
More keychains.

Will my wall be able to hold all of them?
Or will they come tumbling down
Like an avalanche, crushing everything in their path?

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