JoyJoy is bright,
It smells like grass
And tastes like orange sherbet,
It sounds like a whooping cheer,
Joy feels like a spring breeze
AnxietyAnxiety is foggy.
It smells like sweat
And tastes like cotton.
It sounds like sirens.
AmSometimes I’m happy
Sometimes I fall down and low
But more so than not, I feel
That I very simply am
Puzzling GladeI dreamed I was in
A yard of green,
White picket fence surrounded
A wide square of springy jade,
Stretched far beyond the border
I felt the urge to jump the fence and
Run and never stop.
Run until my lungs burned and legs gave out under me
Leaving me helpless and laughing
Under the relentlessly gentle rays
Of the sun,
But before I broke away
A voice caught me.
Reeled me in and swiveled my head
“Come into my maze, young lady,”
A frail voice invited,
Pale, sagging skin
On a warm, welcome face.
Yellow watering can,
“I’m sure you will enjoy it,”
A gesture to the side
To a tall hedge,
White picket awning
Over a tall entryway,
In a different way
Than the sun’s warm touch,
I took a few steps
Breaching the black,
I turned back.
“Beware the screen
And do not fall asleep,”
The lilting voice warned,
I continued into the void,
Cool air embraced my sk
Somewhere Only We KnowA huge expanse of grassy meadows lie behind my friend’s, Jackie, house. The fields stretch for miles upon miles beyond the boundary of her property; all privately owned by a neighbor for cattle grazing.
I first witnessed this land a couple summers ago; emerald green with subtle hints of yellow, gently swaying under the push and pull of the breeze. Dark pockets of scrub oak melded with the rolling hills, stitched together by several small, winding streams. Cows dotted the fields, some gathered in larger masses, adding a strangely fitting splash of contrast to the sea of viridian.
Jackie suggested that we go for a walk through this property, and I was only too eager to comply. I tried to hush my growing excitement as we trundled across the short, bouncy blades, but failed, if my growing grin and enthusiastic bouncing were any clue.
Blue fought for dominance in the sky against the advancing grey, warning of an oncoming storm. This weather gave the air a fresh, electrified energy, pu
ElegySunlight cut through the bright leaves, creating a dappled pattern of faded yellows and greens on the soft, rain-damp ground below.
She gazed at them with a sense of wonder, “How lovely… have I … really never noticed this before?”
Her eyes traveled to her companions, absorbed in munching away at the foliage, their flat beaks clipping bits off at a time, “I wonder if they are the same… not noticing…”
She made a move to sit up from her lounging position, bringing her small, splayed paws forward to hoist herself up. A sudden tensing of her spine and a dull pop betrayed her age as her old bones adjusted to the shift in weight. She cringed and glanced back at her spine, arched harshly against her own mass, dull hide hanging off in rivulets of folded skin and wrinkles.
“Of course they don’t notice,” she turned back to her herd, letting out a puff of air in wry amusement, “they aren’t old enough.” Her herd