a hellish week (year)
but we are nearing the end
and it’s so damn sweet


a hellish week (year)
but we are nearing the end
and it’s so damn sweet
cats and flowers rise
as soon as the sun is bright
to welcome rare rain
please, rain, end this drought
this plague of world crises
waiting at the door
words or lack thereof—
too many or not enough
yet never just right
weekday wondering:
so surrounded by failure
i question each thing
because the cutout?
the perfect light/dark balance?
it doesn’t exist.
ski reality:
perfect, bluebird, line-less days
few and far between
these pink winter lines
like angel’s wings each morning
welcoming the day
nasi goreng rice:
a Thursday accomplishment
i celebrate now
no snow day for us
just the struggle through this path
that is this school year
my overwhelmed dog
forcing his love upon me
when i try to leave
a wilting orchid
brought by an empty classroom:
symbol of my month
or this calendar
hiding (not hiding) events
never. ending. tasks.