This morning I asked Colleen,
“How do you write a poem?”
“Look it up online,” she said,
“Or ask Siri.”
I guess I’ll give it a try.
I remember when I felt so small
that everything around me was big.
I had to duck from the avalanche.
Their was no choice but to see the
future as a movie and passively watch.
I had no idea that a shell
There were moments
when I pecked through to
rays of light that helped
wake me from sleep.
And some guides
came along the way.
Yet in time
I had to choose.
Maybe some choices that came before me
were my ancestors pecking through my veins
and telling me to find exuberance.
Because they never had that choice.