Writing

I’m in the woods again,

Trekking slowly,

Because I never see the birds,

Chickadee,

Goldfinch,

Downy Woodpecker, 

when I’m hurrying.

I always take my time, 

Snap photos of ferns, 

Yesterday I took a moment outside the cafe 

And watched people walking by 

You would think upon seeing me 

Tea in hand 

I was at peace 

And you are right 

It’s the fruit picked fresh from the tree, and tangy juice running down your chin.

The smell of ocean air mixed with the laughter of children fleeing the waves. 

I have always wondered why she couldn’t keep me.

Sometimes I expect to wake up only to find that it was all a dream.

Was it me?

Did I do something wrong?

I was only two at the time.

You lied to me like it wouldn't flood

Everything that we had built

Those nights you held me close

Like nothing could ever bring us down. 

But the water is filling my lungs, 

The piano 

Twirling through the air, 

The lyrics I hummed to 

With my grandma, my aunt, 

My mom,