{wakes}
………{shines}
…{takes}
the day in another direction. be
-fore the moon sleeps, tucked in
tight and slightly tilted. before
the pavement heats and the streets
are filled with people and cars
and busy-ness and business
and all the nonsense this one
day is somehow supposed to
hold.
run one…plus a little more,
drop the kids at school and run
another two (and a half, or so)
and it all makes four and a way
to pray and say the day might
be somehow worth so much
more.
run apricot wine-sky drunk
and sane, feet and heart pounding,
endorphinate yourself into
some fantasy that this day
might be a little different. run
until that moon becomes a
crescent slide to somewhere
more blue, somewhere you
can breathe
…………………..all day.
..
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Holy wow; what an amazing line:
“run apricot wine-sky drunk”
I have a migraine. Pray for me too.
Awwww. So sorry, Chica. Praying for you! I have had two headaches this week. I blame school.
So do I.
B and I have been working on her homework packet all week, and now it’s missing. I’m afraid her teacher took it out before it was due. Now I’m extra stressed. š¦
Breathe, Mama. Tiny blip on the stupid school shit radar of all to come. I am blissfully unaware until August 21st, as our “Campus Portal” isn’t up and running until then. My man child hates it all, already. No friends in his classes, only one at his lunch hour. One of his closest friends, female, checked herself into a mental place for awhile to rest and recalibrate (she is bipolar.) Abby is doing well, but I am still mourning the loss of volleyball. They (The School) say “get involved!” and then they cut enthusiastic, promising, hard working kids from the team before anything even starts. Sigh. It’s all wearing me out.
Praying the packet gets found. It’ll be okay. Your girlies are sooooo smart. We just gotta survive this damn school thing for awhile. Sigh.
The teacher messaged me back. B turned it in herself and doesn’t even remember doing it. The goof.
I think we’re just feeling it too deeply — like we’re going through it all ourselves. How do we be the moms without living inside them so much?
I don’t even have time to write at all. I just cook, clean, drive, deliver … and worry. š¦
Yup. I feel ya. And mine are both in high school. Maybe this is the year I let it all go, and let them fly…or fail. I dunno. I don’t think any of us are ready. And I am just so tired.
I’m with Shawna – that apricot wine-sky drunk really gets me as well. Been too cold to rise early these mornings – can’t wait for summer to arrive.
I’ll trade you, Maureen. We live in Southern Nevada and I have only been home from Tahoe a few weeks, and I’m SICK of the heat. It is 106 today. Sending you some warmth, and sunshine.
thank you so much – today is lovely but expecting the clouds rolling in tomorrow again. So that warmth and sunshine got here. Sending you a bit of cool…
This one’s a beauty, kiddo. I love it.
Wonderful lines to read and very vivid, a reflection of everyday life. Hang in there, warm greetings and best wishes.
This is such an inspirational poem. A breath of fresh air.
run apricot wine-sky drunk
Such a delicious line!