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brightbirdart
Art by Eva Sandoval via Mixkit.co

the birds have stored
their hearts up for
safekeeping–
they’ve seen how
much trouble humans
run into using
something we have no
idea on how to use

yet
we still try
they’re much smarter
than we think

Oh, but at the sea . . .

ColorfulSeahorse
Art by Eva Sandoval via Mixkit.co

the brave seahorse raids
the raging waters, fearlessness
in his gaze
I lurk about, waiting for
a glimpse of wonder . . .
a chance to witness
the essence of magic.

he wades through,
cautious and in-the-know,
I sit back
with my hands pressed
close to me
longing for the moment
to land an eye
on this incredible creature.

the ten-year-old trapped within
lunges itself forward
we find a few minutes
of excitement, pull them close,
and will ourselves on for
the evening.

we know the beauty
nature possesses,
does the seahorse
know?

New News

Effective, Friday, March 27, 2020, we will be on Shelter-In-Place, however, they’re still keeping our center open. As of Monday, March 30, 2020, I will not be working a full week every week for however long this thing goes on. *Ahem* I will have to use my PTO to fill in my lost hours and can do so until I get to -80 hours. That’s our best offer from my company, and we’ll have our new schedule by the end of the day on Friday and the schedule will be done each week.

If our volume continues to drop, they’ll reassess keeping the center open. If they close, then we do not get any pay at all.

This my friends–is my reality and the reality for many others across the globe. These are scary times in which we live–quite scary, indeed. But, I look at it this way, this lessens my exposure to the virus as I’ll be able to stay home on my days off and away from the facility and I’ll also finish up some projects that need a little love.

This could be a blessing in disguise.

Corona, Corona

Musical Selection: Cheryl “Pepsii” Riley|Thanks for My Child

Corona, Corona

Knowing Unknown

I know not the pain a mother feels,
the concern or worry
releasing her child
into a world that
plagues, disrupts, bends, & changes
without c a u s e
the torture it must lay
on her heart, the constant
ripping of it breaking
from her body,
shattering to the ground
left in pieces.

she stands at the window
eyes watching the cars
counting them as they pass . . .
which one will carry
death to her door?
a phone call after
every shift — the sound of
a familiar voice, letting
her know the day is done.

there is no sleep, she presses
her hands against the wall,
feels the pulse of
the room on the other side
and wishes her child
was within reach,
far away from the
d a m a g e s
of the wicked.
she pulls back
pain instead.

I know not, mother —
how you suffer,
how you kneel on
bruised knees, prayerful
for a positive outcome.
the vessels from your womb,
servicing in places many
miles away from you,
wear their wounds proudly.
yet, you still harbor
fear, unable to dissect
the discomfort or turmoil
and remove them from
your soul.

I know not . . .
I cannot know.


Originally published via Medium.