Monday, February 1, 2010

Day 1

Envisioning what to write,
how to fill up a page,
the perfect words to expel,
which story i will choose to tell;
i ponder the minutiae of my daily existence.

No one cares about my piles of dirty laundry or the groceries i didn't buy,
or the painting i didn't paint and the dishes piling up in my sink.
No one cares about the noses i wiped
the floors i swept
the bills i paid
my walk to the park with the dog
or the mail piling up on my desk,
tipping precariously near the edge,
daring me to add one more envelope.

No one cares about the clouds in my sky
the peach-colored glow I admired,
those silky purple undertones
and the darkest hints of gray where rain must have been collecting.

No one cares to hear the song
i have played over and over again
until it’s words became my mantra,
Say you’ll wait, say you won’t
Say you love me, say you don’t
I can make my own mistakes

Not even i care.

But what i have come to realize
is that maybe
picking up my pen
and putting all of this down in black and white
will remind someone
that it is these simple things
which band us all together.

We are not alone.

* lyrics from Before It Breaks, Brandi Carlile


Jennifer said...

i care, i care...and i love hearing all about. It is these simple things that bond us together and it is nice to be reminded of this.

Jamie said...

Oh, I totally care...
Because I want someone to care about those things in my life too.
And I'm so excited for this month of poems from you!