Days Like This
There will be days like this, they say,
Remind me to protect my heart
Use my head.
On a Tuesday in April I claim this sadness, this anger, this hurt.
It is mine to do what I like with it,
Lead with soul over sense,
Let it feed me power to remember,
Who I am.
It is April 2nd and it is snowing.
I walk to the subway to go to work and try to turn the mess of things I feel into words, into calm before I walk back into the hurricane.
The snow dusts my hair and I am lucky,
Winter hasn’t quite left yet and I breathe best when it’s cold.
I wonder when change comes in this whirlwind of white.
Spring is waiting and I wait for it.
I watch the trees outside move in the breeze.
Their new blossoms flow lazy and smooth.
This month moves faster than I ever thought it could,
And for the first time I do not look into the mouth of that lion called change,
As May ushers itself in.
Life is long and short,
And springtime is here in all it’s glory before I’ve really bid winter goodbye.
I watch the very first blooms of bleeding hearts in the backyard sway in the wind.
They are me, beautiful in our imperfection.
Change is never easy.
I have replaced a tree outside one window with a new one,
One small corner of the universe.
Another year passes and I wonder where the time went.
Colors fly and suddenly the flowers bloom again.
It is peaceful in this twenty third April.
How is it possible to be so old and young at once.
In life I am such a slow learner.
On this April Friday, it is enough.