One More Night And It'll Be Too Late

My favorite gesture is his fingers running through my hair, but his fingers fade into smoke before reaching my strands of hair.

He plays connect the dots with the beauty marks on my back, but his lips never reach my back.

His sad eyes speak before his mouth begins to form the words, but they never reach my ears.

And just as he walked away, he turned to write these words:

'Is there poetry in your hands? Do the dactyls of your fingers sing

old songs, before language was ever conceived? Are there rivers

under your skin, the soft turquoise veins carrying on with the rings

of red blood cells, traversing like wayward ships? If there’re slivers

in your curved, porcelain palms, among flowering knuckles and lace

creases then I will pull them out, gently, and dab a wet wash cloth

to wash away small holes among the many pores. I ask you: trace

my outline as I have traced yours in the grey wings of a little moth

and in the undulant verses of pink and red clouds in still summer air.

I can only give you these words, these syllables, these quiet inflections;

but they are not the poems in your hands, your fingernails, and your hair

draped across your forehead which is dusk and night in your complexion.

So all I can do is write these words, which fall to the ground like wheat,

yellow, collected in sheaves, whispering in a breeze of your summer’s heat.'

Happy, yes, indeed Happy New Year!

Few things in life leave me feeling warm and giggly inside.

I started my internship again this Thursday and I still love working with those kids. There is a group of kids I tend gravitate towards, or maybe it’s the other way around. Their witty jokes and spontaneous attitude always leave me wondering what really goes on inside their little head. I wasn’t expecting them to be overly excited when I returned from a two-week absence, but they sure surprised me.

That smile on their face when I got there is overly heartwarming!
And when they hung tightly from my neck and arms I truly felt connected to them (yes, physically and figuratively!). Is anyone as lucky as me as to feel needed and wanted by those wonderful children? Probably yes, but times like those leave me feeling unique and like I am worth more than just volunteer hours to an agency to get a grade.

And lastly, reconnecting with people I haven’t seen in a very long time leave me warm enough to melt the coldness of my insecurities, it leaves me wanting to be more social and outgoing. It’s true that some people drain my energy, but other people recharge my “people” battery and I want to reciprocate those feelings.

Sometimes life is too complicated because we make it complicated. I often want something big to happen to know I’m doing something productive or worth my efforts. But the little things I’ve missed have been the most comforting and fulfilling. I told my friend last night; Friendships need to be cultivated, we need to invest time and energy if we want something meaningful.
And with this in mind:
Lately, I’ve been very happy, and it’s not just a “feeling”. It’s an attitude and lifestyle. It’s hard not to be optimistic or positive. I think I inherited that resiliency and optimism from my parents…and for that, I am very thankful.