I Need a Minute

Sometimes we write poetry. That’s actually how all of this started, so long ago now that it feels like another life. Teenage me loved the challenge of it- the most said with the fewest words. 

Adult me has, at times, used poetry to capture the words that swirl around my brain, like insects in a jar. By writing them down, the words are magically released and we find peace. Until tomorrow. Or the next time they get trapped up there. Our minds are such a wonder, aren’t they?

2/17/26

I need a minute
maybe the rest of my life
There is no salve
except words
And the only words
that can heal
will likely never come
Sometimes words
require such bravery
so much fearlessness
not everyone can do it

I don’t know if I can do it

So we go word
by word
by numinous word
Opening up more 
than culture allows
Sucking air
but moving forward
This
this right here
this life
of which we’ve always dreamed

This is someday.