Junk Drawer

A day when parenting and partnering feels hard

Wrap up, windy walk

Cold air, stiff thoughts

Dim lights, abstract sounds

I close my eyes

Each pose lasts for five minutes

I was not expecting this

“Watch your thoughts float by like leaves, walk past like they’re in a gallery”

I admonish my thoughts

“Not for now,” “now is for rest,” “come back tomorrow”

I lie back, hips open, chest open,

music teases my imagination

Those things I said I would do, those things I need to do,

sunlight flickering through leaves on a concrete wall

Blue sky blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue sky

Purple brush strokes on white ceramic pottery, little flowers

Pouring rain on road, wet tires racing through

Is the light underneath my eyelids from headlights or tinkling piano keys?

I came to stretch and push and breathe

Find some space

Maybe it’s okay that I am limited to what I can do in one day

Maybe I could stop fighting time, even just for one hour every now and then