“Imagine that you are a bird that can see through space and time, looking down at your entire life. What do you see?”
moments of laughter and moments of tears,
a freckled face drenched in salt-water from perceived slights,
from a distorted image,
from a free price tag I’d handwritten and stuck to my heart.
fear and anxiety looming like clouds
over the steps I’ve taken time and time again….
I see red rocks, green grass, ocean lapping at my feet,
the streets of barcelona and madrid,
dreams of Irish countryside,
beers with a young irish woman in the heart of boston,
backpacks overflowing with supplies,
worn-down hiking boots,
the rainbow colors of a gym rock wall,
lots and lots of chalk…
all mixed together with the finesse of a baker
moonlighting as a sculptor
before waking early to do what has become muscle-memory.
A life blended with perhaps too much water,
but the colors still bleed
backwards and forwards
providing light in the darkest moments
and vibrancy in the light.