cross current

news of the conception 

of your second child fights for celebration 

against the prevailing tide

the very day she died

#katyamills

her name was mom

the universe gave me life and no promises. the universe put me in a cell in a womb and i grew into a tiny body. hormones and organs and limbs developed. a dangerous mind came of a brain. i got too big for my apartment and, though i would have stayed, the landlady evicted me. her name was mom. i went out kicking and screaming, attached like an astronaut by a cord, into space. they cut the cord and let me float. they slapped me and put me in a basket. i escaped by sleeping. my dreaming body had yet to emerge so i slept peacefully until waking. mom took me home with some guy they called dad. there was even a little guy who was called big brother. i was scared and i waited a long time before opening my eyes. when i did i saw a world and mom was in it, so that made me happy. i tried to bargain with her but we did not speak the same language. so i had to wait. the applesauce tasted pretty good but the puree vegetables were god awful. the only way i survived was looking deep into moms eyes when i had to be awake. the world was cold and i was in it, against my will.

change was born there

Sometimes the change you make for yourself makes you closer to the people, you know, and you are better for them not just yourself and the ones you love. And I don’t know but maybe that was all you could have done to get there, subconsciously so, to the heart aching place where witnessed the birth of it.

 

this post i dedicate to Stephen Hawking

K

like the day i was

Outside the sky is a canvas and all our forms are drawn against it. the leaves this time of year make everything timeless like the day I was born.