Day 9

E:
A Day of Sun

A day of sun,
there will be snow tomorrow,
just like a Colorado springtime.

We pick sage along the trail,
my son tells running stories
the entire time,

I have nothing to do
but listen with my whole body
as mountain bluebirds

sing the backdrop.
When I talk to my lover later,
there are sweet staring pauses,

I watch his face on a screen,
so close but not
for touching.

The children make dinner together
they are soft with one another.
I dream of listening to the guitar

of my dead music hero,
while my friend runs her fingers
through my hair in the grass.

M:
Day nine was very nice and relaxing. I watched American Horror Story for a lot of the day, then I cleaned out the baskets full of random stuff in my room. I hung out with E then at the end of the day, I cooked dinner with my mom and brother. It was a nice and calming day. I obviously miss my friends, but we have been going on walks every day and that really helps me stay connected to them. I know this virus isn’t going to go away soon so I know I need to stop hoping, but we can still be hopeful that everyone stays safe and we make it past this. I’m so excited for when this becomes a thing of the past and we’re all back to our normal lives. I know that a lot of people in the US are not taking this seriously and that’s why it’s spreading so fast. At first I was so mad that I had to stay away from my friends, but now I’m grateful that I’m in one of the families that made the right choice. I want everyone to stay inside and keep their distance from other people because if everyone in the world did that for around two weeks, we could get rid of the virus. On the bright side, I have had a lot of time to do art and to do things that I wouldn’t normally have time to do.

M:
Today we woke up and did our schoolwork after that we went on a hike. I also played with my friends on xbox. When we got back my sister and I made dinner. We had a beef rice and cucumber bowl. I then played more games and after that we went to bed

After A Day

I didn’t know how
to stop the conflict,
so I got out of the car
and walked up the road,
it was dirt, and the evening
was getting on, and there
were many beautiful grasses
growing in the summer dusk,
and there were things changing
all around us, and inside of us
and as the sun was setting,
we drove home in silence,
where we sat together on
the couch, under a knit
blanket and touched
limbs until bedtime,
falling toward the
soft knowing that
wraps the only
thing that
matters.

Jedi

On the day you get into your first fight,
you tell me that now you understand
Darth Vader, how he reached
his tipping point,
and never came back,

and how the dark thing
welled up inside you
until you shoved harder than you ever knew you could,
how the other boy flew
three whole sidewalk squares,

and with the red blood
still wet on your lip, you apologized to the boy,
before the front desk buzzed me in
to gather you up, you had already
found your way

toward your own peace.  So together
we clean quietly the beginnings
of this new and storied scar,
Darth Vader never came back, you say,
but I’m a good person,

so I’ll recover.

Soccer Ball

I do not know
how to explain
to the nine-year-old boy
on his birthday
that the world is not
always a soft place
to land.

And so I hold him,
like the day he was born,
until the tears
turn into something else,
perhaps a kind of soft relaxation
into love.

We are all growing up –
even the family of ducks that rides
the river eddy, yellow down
of early spring turned to
the feathered brown of adulthood,
even the tall cattails in the still-water marsh,
even you,
even me.

My words now are like
that broken nest laying in the grass,
both empty and life giving,
and he and I,
delicate
with the possibility
of what may fall.