Swept Up
In my dream, as I trekked home from class,
wearing a backpack so stuffed with books, rocks, weights,
I was still swept up by a cold, cruel wind.
I hovered there in the air for a few moments,
feeling helpless and silly.
And a boy walking behind me said to me,
“Man, I am sick of this weather”.
Cloud
This perfectly periwinkle cloud,
Outlined in pink,
is gliding past my window.
It’s changing, morphing before my eyes,
and although I could get up to watch where it goes,
I’m perfectly content with the frame that the window provides me with.
Mentally taking thousands of photos,
but I won’t forget this beautiful silhouette of a tree,
my beige curtains, and this perfect sky.
A Girl In The Elevator Today
She told me that she thinks life should be easier,
if we didn’t have to go to class.
“Well, yeah,” I thought, “But why are you at university then?
Life would be easier if we didn’t have to eat every few hours, too.
Life would be easier if we didn’t have to leave our houses.
Life would be easier if we only had to worry about ourselves.
Life would be easier if you didn’t have to work for what you have.
Life would be easier if everyone thought the same way.
Life would be easier if we were gold fish in a bowl, sucking up flakes from unknown hands from above, only remembering for three seconds what our objectives were.”
The flood of infinite, alternate possibilities surged through my head,
But she had gotten out.
I hadn’t said anything to her aloud.
I wonder if my stare said anything like,
“Why on earth would you want life to be easy?”
Backwards Bed
When I couldn’t sleep,
When I was very small,
I put my pillow in the feet spot,
my feet in the head’s spot.
I couldn’t tell you why,
But sleeping wrong-way round,
Eased my brain’s storm,
Slowed the sea of anxiety in my stomach,
And I fell asleep.
A Key Twists my Spine
This kind of drizzle seeps deep into me,
Prunes my skin, bites my joints, stiffs my muscles.
It twists a key into my back and tightens me up,
Contortedly.
Misaligning each step of my spine.
Lethargy bubbles in each goose-bump.
And because I cannot sink,
feet-first into an oversized tea cup of chai,
I retreat to my bed and make no plan
To leave
Save for into the worlds of words and falling into stories
Like Alice did down the rabbit’s hole.
Unblinking
If my eyes could see outlines of cities
and flowers for miles,
microscopic wonders
and galaxies and galaxies,
they’d still choose to
gaze into yours;
unblinking,
undistracted,
unceasing.
Anti-static Electricity 