On memory and reflection.
I appreciate this soso much. <3 Lately, I've been reminiscing on when I was little, and I didn't put so much pressure on myself. But still lived richly and deeply. I'm trying to access that part of me. I wanted to share a poem I wrote about it:
Lakeridge Again
Today I made a promise: I will not forget
the skylight above the daybed
My little hands curled into forever time
Summer treats
Picking stick bugs
from wood
My brother pointing at a leaf
Leaf
he said
Like him, I held sand like it was God
With him, I cramped into that spinning chair
in the living room, as the floor beams
groaned happily and we went
round and round
I will
leap heart-first from the rental car,
be that girl running to the house
How easy to dip my head
beneath the water, come up
and spit the chlorine out
Breathe with my whole body,
hug the soft heaving of the day
I appreciate this soso much. <3 Lately, I've been reminiscing on when I was little, and I didn't put so much pressure on myself. But still lived richly and deeply. I'm trying to access that part of me. I wanted to share a poem I wrote about it:
Lakeridge Again
Today I made a promise: I will not forget
the skylight above the daybed
My little hands curled into forever time
Summer treats
Picking stick bugs
from wood
My brother pointing at a leaf
Leaf
he said
Like him, I held sand like it was God
With him, I cramped into that spinning chair
in the living room, as the floor beams
groaned happily and we went
round and round
I will
leap heart-first from the rental car,
be that girl running to the house
How easy to dip my head
beneath the water, come up
and spit the chlorine out
Breathe with my whole body,
hug the soft heaving of the day