day off
the light shining through the windows onto the curtains in streaks of white curved by folds and refraction.
The way I’m tired but want to do so many things before the day is done because this life feels so short and tomorrow I go back to work.
How a morning with friends can feel like a proper business meeting. Surf. Manifesting dreams by laughing eighty percent of lunch and writing collective poetry about the beauty we see. Making sense of each other — senselessly.
Why I answer my mom’s call even though I know I will grit my teeth and beg her to see things like I do, even if just for a moment.
because this, these moments, these small glimmers of light and self and other; this is all we have. The reality we perceive, fortified through connection. It helps when we become lost in translation.
to be continued…
off to sail,
franky