A Beautiful Day
Bright and sunny day.
Iced coffee, people watching.
Oh? You've caught my eye.
Weaving in and out,
Crowded sidewalks, but Iʼm near.
Close, so very close.
Do I? Dare I? No.
Crossing, and now we're alone.
Itʼs now or never.
Last sip of coffee.
You hear me, you see me. Now…
I'm friendly. “Hello."
"Hello" you whisper.
"It's a beautiful day, no?"
I smile, "goodbye.”
Shadowed Identity
I've often wondered if this is actually a secret. If it is a secret, does it really matter? Does it apply to me? The experiences I've lived all point to one direction, and yet, I've always felt pulled to more. But what? A question I didn't know I had. Feelings I couldn't explain. And yet, I am happy and content. If I've never experienced something, is it possible to actually ever know? I'm married to an amazing man and recently discovered, admitted, realized: I'm bisexual. All these feelings and questions have been mounting. I can finally put into words what I've felt and known for a while but didn't know how to embrace. I can finally come out. I have finally come out.
Studio Apartment
Every year new tenants arrive.
Different people, stories, lives.
A young couple looking to make it in the city.
Hardly seeing each other because they're so busy.
A single mother struggling to pay the rent,
She works two jobs and gives it 100 percent.
A law student studying and drinking.
Vodka helps with his analytic thinking.
A woman living in fear,
Of the day her ex-boyfriend may appear.
No matter who it is, the day or year,
Remember, the walls have ears.
Racing Thoughts
I lay down ready for sleep. Closed eyes. Tucked in. Silence. And then...
Thoughts race through my mind growing louder and louder. An awkward encounter, a typical encounter, with a coworker replays over and over. Alternative versions of conversations and interactions - choose your own adventure. Projects that need to be completed, prioritized, reorganized. Grocery list for the weekend, planing meals. Philosophical thoughts about love, life, happiness and death.
Can silence exist when I feel so loud and chaotic?
Help
Independence is knowing you are able to go it alone. You are confident enough in your own abilities and yet knowledgeable enough about your short comings to know when to ask for help. We Americans are a very proud people. We have waited far too long to acknowledge our short comings. Please, we need your help.