October 30, 12:45am
Tonight
my hands,
dark like night,
twinkled in a gust of light
lain on the hardwood floor
The light stretching in
from the lamppost outside
lit a linear path for my body
to melt into the earth;
my yoga mat holding me up
An eerie sound quenches
the silence of my apartment
I wonder what the noise is
I wonder if one of my neighbors
is doing laundry
I wonder if dreams still come true
even when mistakes are made…
I hope so
Why shouldn’t they?!
The sound heightens
and my curiosity grows
So caught up in what they seemed
to want for me,
I couldn’t grasp the beauty
of where I am now,
and how much I wished, silently,
for the beauty of now…
Wiser, but still able to be amazed
I wish to let myself be amazed
My simplicity may be one of my superpowers
The sound of the bubbles
being sucked out through the drain,
the remnants of my bubble bath
slipping through the cracks,
slurps the grounds of this place
A candle flickers
while I lie in bed
NEW FLOWERS REST in the vase
I found in Brooklyn
Pink carnations,
yellow roses,
yellow daises,
and one orange calendula,
sit tall, proudly
My open luggage
is a remarkable reminder
that I am on a journey of my own
SWOOSH
SWOOSH
The sound of the neighbor’s washing machine
clicks through the silence
of night
My limbs relax, slowly
and I can feel moments
moving around me
in this sweet stillness
If you knew all that lives
in the backs of my thighs,
the stories in my calves,
the places that live in my forearms,
my feet,
my shoulders…
My eyes are slowly closing
The velvet curtain came down
six hours ago
It is 12:45am
October 30