Week 3 – The Wolf

The Wolf

Summer storms have come back today. 

The heat mixes with the sun and the rain condenses,

Builds to a crescendo and I am almost soaked on my way to the subway.

 

So much is different since the last time I felt the salt and skies of June kiss my skin.

I remember the darkness of the gathering clouds is nothing to be afraid of,

That the storm never lasts and the sun will draft prisms across the air of tomorrow’s early morning.

 

The wolves outside my window are quiet in the sheets of water. 

 

Today is my day to survive. 

Day 30 – Imperfection

Imperfection

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. 

Day 5 – Bridge

Bridge

This city has two faces.

The shadows drape across lofts in Soho that once were factories,

The Empire State Building pierces the sky across the sunset. 

The paint peels in my little room in Brooklyn,

I pile pillows against the window to keep the drafts out at night.

Who am I to try to bridge these lives together.