another monday

time waits for no one. i know this. and it is why may 17th is so far away in the scheme of continuum but like yesterday in my thoughts--partially because i would love for may 18th to be today and not september 27th, mondays as different as education and none. that way my whole summer would be ahead of me, more time to think, do nothing, think more, dream, no deadlines, no curfew, self-imposed, no thoughts of the future, who i am, should be, will be, won't be, can't be, anything but that. time. laughing. laughing at me.

i have not written a complete poem in three days. she made me re-think my motives, inspiration. i feel the need to pull the words that fill blank pages in front of me closer to my heart, to some universal understanding of me, being. in no way do i want to slight my voice or my audience, both irreplacable, raw, uncut, me.

all i have is this right now. i wrote it yesterday while listening to some song i cannot remember.

i dream in rhyme,
i speak in free verse

i think in sonnets,
i feel in haiku

i hurt in sestinas,
i whisper blues.



another monday. here's to life.