A Pinch of the pressure, on things I’ve seen
a subtle heat on madness – losing sight
and you’d wish you’d gone blind
I’d give you my eyes- you’d appreciate the mad
turning off the skylight, turning off the machines,
this is meant to be my year
I lost my father to appreciate, all lost fathers, while kicking and screaming -demo beaming, but I had a mother to appreciate beating cancer.
losing her legs to appreciate
walkers, wheelchairs, sturdy canes, nurses walking by her side
I had three kids to appreciate all that was good when evil came.
I’ve stepped right outside inside in the middle of March, to herd that winter air at negative seven degrees, to appreciate a small hint of sun crawling up my skin
Eyes are closed, mouth is closed – maybe now to appreciate breathing