The night is young and so are we,
Grasping at blanket and sheets that used to bring comfort,
Now simply annoyances blocking my way
To you
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Just a gal livin' in Santa Cruz. 2022 is my second half marathon!
The night is young and so are we,
Grasping at blanket and sheets that used to bring comfort,
Now simply annoyances blocking my way
To you
We convene under full and new moons
Sisters and brothers alike
Draw the circle and light the fire
Pour a cup of tea and settle in
Breathe in breathe out
And presence ourselves
All five elements appear
Connect heart and soul
And cross the bridge
For we are all one here
A crack of thunder that doesn’t cause fear
And dissipates into a rumble
That comforting sound simply meant you wwre near
And my heart’d begin to tumble
If only I could hear it one more time
That would bring me joy
Taken too early, just in your prime
Oh, how I miss you, boy
Boxed wine and 7-up
That’s the way she likes to fuck
Up her memory of the day
“Wind down” she likes to say
A clever disguise to hide
Behind the truth which is
My mom’s an alcoholic
Dinosaur toys
Not just for boys
Rough and tumble was the way
I played
Hustle and bustle and quick quick quick
Running around is making me sick
I try and I try to stop and rest
And try to put these coping skills to the test
But try as I might it’s just so hard to stop
And
.
.
.
Breathe
A night in
Netflix and chill
But like actually
Not the euphemism
And actually it’s Hulu
But anyway
Cuddle a cat
Smoke some weed
And just
Relax
To the most disruptive girl in class
The one who had to be separated
From her friends to pay attention
And then became sad and shut down
Rather than bright and engaged
I see you finally fulfilling that potential
We spoke about so many times
I know I was never your favorite
And I appreciated the letter you wrote me
Long after you’d graduated and gone and
Just know that
Although I’m not sure what it would mean to you,
you’ve
made
me
proud.
What does it mean to be truly free
Retreating into reverie
Or visiting a favorite memory
Some place far away from here
I find myself under the willow tree
That lived across the street
Laying in the grass, the wind dancing across my face
Staring at the sky as the clouds drift by
Or atop a cliff overlooking the sea
Waves crashing down below me
A place I’ve never actually laid
Though I can feel it so vividly
My mind conjures up his face
The freckles across his cheeks
The shining blue of his eyes
His laugh a familiar sound
I see myself in fields of green
Dipping my hands into a stream
Ambling atop rocks and discovering things
In the Irish countryside
Or sometimes I think what it would be like
To be a neighborhood cat
Roaming free to follow my instincts
With no one to control me
Other times I can be found
Dancing among the notes of my favorite song
The beats swirling around me like a ribbon
Colors moving through me
I want to know what it’s like to live inside a rainbow
Maybe it is happier in there
The colors might be brighter
Filled with a little more hope
And how does it feel to return to “real life”
By comparison a duller place
A bit like falling from grace
Tethered to this physical place
And so I’ll continue to journey
To places I have and haven’t been
For these psychic jaunts are what keep me here
It’s called balance, my dear
A decaying piano left in the desert
Gathering playa and dust
You take a seat and start to play
The hammer strikes the chalky strings
The air fills with hazy clouds, muffled notes
A familiar and haunting tune
And though the sounds are flat and off
Make my eye twitch and skin crawl
Still I am mesmerized by this image of you
Playing as fervently and passionately as
An evocative concerto
And only just for me