The ordinariness of a moment An early morning stoplight To my right, a Latin beat emanates from an open car window To his right, the heavy thorax of a cement truck slowly spins, It is warm already Each day its own slow encapsulation of a season East, the sun is rising The forecaster promises, another day ∞
Tag: loss
Now and then I forget that you’re not here now, and then in the remembering, for a moment, I can’t breathe. I am working on defining a new now, and then I expect that the memories will soften, more conducive to breathing.
And so we talk about trivial things Like the weather forecast Because talking about hard things is too real and real things are too hard But the pictures don’t lie and I can feel the rush of air Through the hole in my heart And birthdays keep coming around One per year, or so Even…… Continue reading
caroline ridgway 