August In July
It is my favorite part of the summer.
The air gets chilly at night,
Like fall is reaching out the window and blowing kisses onto my cheeks.
I watch the sun set over Classon Avenue.
The street is quiet as Sunday mornings,
The moon shines on my back as the sun sinks beneath the skyline.
It gives me my life, it gives me my words.
For the first time in a long time, I find myself writing.
tonight i am not scared to grow up
for a long time,
i was afraid to grow up.
that just as the grass and the sunflowers and the cattails grow,
strong and tall and beautiful
So do I.
Ode to My Mother
There is a woman I know.
She is brave, and she is beautiful.
Her hair looks like mine,
Her eyes see mountains when the days are foggy.
Her hands are my branches and her arms are my harbor,
I see her in spring daffodils, in rainbows, in sunny skies.
She walks with a courage along the road,
Gives me a path to follow.
When I am strong, I see her spirit in me.
I beat poems out of me like eggs for banana bread.
Wrangle them off to do lists,
And beat the words off my bean boots.
I wish they’d flow like rivers out of my hands.
There is a Rainbow Somewhere
And waiting to run to the car,
Through sheets of rain.
The sky is clear now and,
Clouds look like the mountains I know so well.
The light turns colors and a small rainbow is born,
The air smells of heat and dust and clean,
I breathe in and feel the trees in my lungs.
There is a rainbow somewhere,
And the promise that somehow,
The worst is through.