Day 29: “Spring Allergies”
Fuzziness
Stuffiness
inhabits my brain
and nose
and throat
The sky is bright
the trees have bloomed
outside is oh so inviting
But I lock myself in
stare out the window
breathing normally
enjoying the view
Spring is here
Day 29: “Spring Allergies”
Fuzziness
Stuffiness
inhabits my brain
and nose
and throat
The sky is bright
the trees have bloomed
outside is oh so inviting
But I lock myself in
stare out the window
breathing normally
enjoying the view
Spring is here
Day 28: “In the Heights”
A day
in the heights
seeing people
and the neighborhood
el barrio
at risk of gentrification
but teeming with life
unlikely conversations on street corners with strangers
upstanders and venders
observers and actors
I capture it all
with my camera
Day 27: “Change is a Four-Letter Word”
Change is a four-letter word
I don’t mean big, monumental, societal change
That’s good and important and necessary
I’m talking about day-to-day change
The stuff that messes up what you planned in your head
It’s as little as what you’ll have for breakfast
Or as big as getting two job opportunities
instead of the one you were planning on
This change can still be good and important
and I know it’s necessary
But I don’t like it!
Day 26: “Laundry”
The laundry pile grows
I move it out in the open
so I have to stare it down as I go through my day
Who will win the staring contest?
The stubborn adult
or the ever-growing, ever-flowing
pile of clothes
The desire for clean sheets almost forces me to retire
Then I remember
to check the linen closet
I make my bed and look to the pile as if to say,
“Your move.”
Day 25: Untitled
Waiting ’til the last second
is a rush
my heart pounds
my hands shake
I shouldn’t be okay
with starting work so close to its due date
But it’s becoming a trend, a rush
a win
that’s even sweeter
than one achieved by careful consideration
and dedication
I’m learning to love a sloppiness
disguised as a piece of art.
Day 24: Untitled
So much injustice
a country founded on suppression, oppression
A hypocrisy so violent
so troubling
so racist
A country praised for “freedom”
when freedom is dependent on the color of your skin
Ignorance runs rampant
I sit and wonder, “What’s so great about America anyway?”
Day 23: “Sleep Deprived”
It’s been a decade
since I became a mother
My furry friend
my boy
my child
is 10
I guess that makes him 70
Wow, I look too good to have a 70-year-old son
This is a milestone
But I get the feeling he doesn’t really care.
Day 22: Untitled
A brief call
shows you care
A bright spot
in my bleak day
in my bleak demeanor
A day of promise
led to discouragement
and a lack of motivation
but a quick check-in
set it right
and put a smile on my face
Day 21: Untitled
The giant crayon box
the one with the sharpener
provides the pigment
for the mind
Children are creative
but wouldn’t we all be if were sponsored by Crayola
Look inside
grab your favorite color
and paint the town
Day 20: “Taylor’s Version”
It’s 2021
But it’s really 2008
Today was a fairytale
the tears flowed
with the passion of a teenager
who has never been in love
I cursed Mr. “Perfectly Fine”
after falling in love with Romeo
I embraced Change
and learned to Breathe
As I watched the rain,
I thought, “This really was the Best Day.”