Conjure up tomorrow

Image by Matias Tapia on Unsplash

Sometimes I wish Octopuses put ink in my cartridges
Sometimes I think the sun will open and we'll return to spring

And sometimes I feel my energy wad up into aluminum ball
Until I take a nap or practice a jig or play with my cat

I remember days I wasn't afraid to open the news
When I could look out the window and think progress

I can still look out the window
I can still make progress

I a giant hunk of wax rolling down the hillside
Picking up buildings, journeying to oblivion

I can surprise myself
I can jump out my feet and far down the canyon into new parachute

These days are mine
Claim them. Reclaim my voice.

A pile of young women enter the lobby with a clang
The beginning of tomorrow

I can write my future
and remember when I discovered who I'll become