Not a Leap Year

These were all taken with my camera phone.  I really need to start lugging my regular camera along with me on walks. 

Snow days seem slow everything down.  You don’t have to chase moments, they just sit there, waiting to be caught.

Portable

Don’t write to me
So simple
So predictable
So easy
It kills me

Dreams that are shapeable,
Tangible
The ones you are living

I am so tired
Of fighting this monster
We call evolution
I can’t help seeing through all of the paper
And electricity
What this all comes down to:
Faith  Love  Fuel

You
Make me want to ride horses
And climb trees

Please don’t write to me.

Mixing Bowl

Why do we willingly break down the borders
Give up sovereignty
Lose the egg shell container
Of ourselves

Become reduced
To a round, orange yolk
Beating
Inside of an egg white that is bleeding
Into another
Losing it’s autonomy

Why do I let you get to me
Why did I let you get me

Who was I kidding

Scale

I’ve never been good at balancing
And when you look at me that way
Everything shifts to the left
I’m off center
And too willing to give up anything

Love is a heavy thing

Majesty

Bitterroot

He fell in love with me
When he was fifteen
And you could argue the definition
And the meaning
But until we learn how to test the weight of things,
Love just takes on the color of the scenery

It makes no difference now
The way his eyes would change
So suddenly
When he was angry with me
Our bodies and our hearts are a million miles apart
But every time I see the statistics of women that gave up lives
For what they thought was their only shot
At love
I wish that I would have left sooner
Or at least hit him back
harder

 

Squishing into the Volkswagen Vanagon

Sometimes I remember little things
Like getting lake water up my nose while I’m swimming at my grandparent’s cabin
With the sun on my back
And my hair plastered against my neck
Or
The smell of my mum cooking dinner in the winter
While I’m dancing in the living room
With all the lights on because it’s already dark at 5:00pm

And they make me ache inside for a home,
That keeps changing shape and location
And when I finally locate the one constant in every memory
I realize it’s the feeling of family
I’m missing

With every year I get older
The less small I am allowed
To be

Grace

Deciding on Fate

I wasn’t prepared for this,
She said
Love was supposed to be this endless amount of sky you just kept falling into
Instead life’s given me a fork in the road
And love is the gravel option on the left,
Where you know your vehicle will get dirty
The drive will be bumpy
And you don’t know where it will end up,
But
The view is so much prettier

Nobody taught me how to make that decision
I wasn’t told that fate came with options

Teeter Totter

The things we made out of what we had:

Soup for Pilgrims and Indians out of sticks and rainwater
The Olympics out of a trampoline and a rope swing
A classroom out of dolls and a chalkboard in the basement
Archaeological digs out of an unfinished foundation of a house
Villages out of moss
People out of the air and trees
Race tracks out of plywood and tricycles
Foreign accents out of bubble gum and the roofs of our mouths
Laboratories out of the kitchen counter top, cornstarch and dry ice
A newsroom out of the backseat of a station wagon
Midday snack sandwiches out of wheat bread, butter and garlic salt