Poetry

Oh science class

Sitting in our schoolish chairs

Trying to write a poem 

A poetic poem

And R. says

Right now

you just want to play in the snow

but your snow fort melted

your tunnel is gone

your snowsuit is caked with mud

the world is gray and dreary

and here comes springtime with the illusion of warmth

I am a thinker. 

I think about big problems in the world and how to fix them. 

Like climate change, evolution, the state of humanity as of now. 

Everything I love

most in the world

many things - an

elemental

table of feeling - a

train to somewhere else.

I always try to be sunshine.

Happiness incarnate.

Funny and easygoing.

Helping my friends feel good.

Making sure nobody worries about me.

But sometimes I just want to escape it.

I’ve always been a cookie cutter girl.

pressed into shapes I never liked.

Rolled and folded into the perfect form.

My face and body configured

to make me look appetizing.

There’s a place I want to live

And someone I want to love

I want to live in a place

So full of joy

That it fills me too

So full of people

Confetti rains down as flying squirrels fill the screen

You read your acceptance letter and I'm filled with overwhelming happiness

But I'm not ready

I wish I was underwater, my thoughts drowned out by silence.

The world above me muted.

The water cooling my skin.

Surrounded by that velvety liquid we call water.

That miracle.

Oh, how I wish I were underwater.

From childhood

we're taught the difference 

between heroes

and villains.

But maybe it 

just depends

on who's telling the story.

There’s a quiet beauty 
in the things you know won’t last,  
moments already fading  
even while you’re inside them. 

She will never stop moving
a sailboat restless at the mercy of great winds,
forever pulled by currents
no harbor can persuade to stay.