i feel limited by the
instruments i try to play
their sounds are not what i wish to hear
my hands do not itch for frets or keys
they wish to be empty, with ease
so that i can dance
i only want to dance
and sing and not worry about
musicians, brothers and friends, make me feel
as though my singing alone accounts for
always making comments about
female musicians – as though it is rare
for a woman to be talented
and so i feel less of a woman for not
desiring to be so
i just want to dance with words
be free in movement, in voice
experiment with falsetto and harmony
explore the reaches of the human instrument
-for this makes me live-
but i do not feel alive
when i am obligated to strive
with wood and metal
such pretty objects
but they hold no fire for me.
When a baby is sick
All he wants to do is stick
More milk inside his stomach
And all throughout the night and day
His tired mother has to wait and pay for
The fever and germs that contaminate
Because the tired child cries often
(Though sometimes he softens
Just enough for a cuddle)
All I can hope for is
A lack of fever
I try to be the best
Smartest, fastest, most well-rounded
Hey, look at me, I smile
Cook, clean, check the details
I am a mom and need to be strong
Perhaps a little too much
Because this wasn’t quite
What I wanted or imagined
But it’s life.
I gave birth to nature baby.
He jabbers as we run outside, taking in the sights and sounds of the trees that we pass.
Sometimes he falls asleep from the rhythm and I can hear him snoring lightly.
I’m sure he dreams of sunshine and birds, because he is always in the best of moods in the outdoors.
When he is big and grown, I hope he’ll be running next to me as we tackle the big miles. His dad will be on his bike, keeping our pace steady, as we jump rocks and dodge branches in the forest.
For now, though, he is a nature baby.
It was a brisk morning, a hard morning
I woke up at six, let my baby sleep a little longer
Eggs and toast my fuel, double layers my warmth
We made it out, eventually
Just a dirty diaper or two, just a tear or two
Just a typical morning, just a jog
We made it to the hill, not so much a mountain
I worried about mud, I was right
The ten miles became nearly eleven and a half, how dare they
I ran comfortably, at first
Was up in front, felt like a speed demon
Two caught up with me, way too soon
But I ran well, felt the burn on the uphill
Tripped a little, took some foliage with me
And made it third overall, first woman
It feels good to race, sometimes
Especially when free massages. free beer
Meet you at the finish line
Today, I tried to go for a run.
Normally, I don’t just try – I do
But today the asphalt was hot
And I was sticky the second I walked out
And it was too unpleasant to continue.
I long for trails.