I realized it’s been a while since I posted, so I’m sharing this journal page I wrote today in my car on the way home because why not:
Leaves skittering across the street like rodents.
Something alive and searching
something trying to survive.
I know enough to know
you have to catch it when it comes.
All of it is fleeting
and always here.
One moment I am worrying,
how come we don’t get into more fights
like other people do.
One moment I am calling the memory of your body,
to wrap its blanket around me
soothe me into breathing.
One moment I am me again,
with the choice to conjure you or not.
How does a rodent cross the road.
Why does a leaf.
A tumble of moments.
A single great gust of wind.
*Art by Bruno Penabranca*