Sitting in front of a computer screen
Because I promised myself
I would spontaneously erupt in poetry
Whenever I could
Because words give substance to
Fleeting moments.
They help me to hold
What I experience
(and often forget)
And share it (timidly).
***
My soul overflows with
Unsuppressed belly laughs.
Courage surges – pushing
Aside reservations.
We’re friends here.
Stories spoken
Over a meal
Fixed together
Become prayers
Making holy
This interchange
Of hearts and souls.
(Imagine that –
deep-fried eggplant
catalyzing
what is sacred).
We meet in these moments
Of untapped potential
And we bring life to them
With words and looks that say:
“Sister, you’re not alone.”
In the day-to-day,
In what seems mundane,
I begin to believe that I
Am resigned to that which
Passes me by.
And maybe I miss moments
Where what seems ordinary
Goes careening into
The extraordinary.
