This week I’ve had the luxury of being at home with my wife for winter vacation. We celebrated Valentine’s day at home, crafting stained glass hearts, eating vegan sushi, and spending quality time together. Two days later, we curated our own candles, selecting the scents and wax adornments that went on top, for my birthday. We walked through one of my favorite markets to get coffee and moved through the day with an intentional slowness.
Throughout the week, my wife and I worked on our artforms, side by side, and got the chance to connect. As I reflect on the week and the present moment, I’m filled with gratitude for the sanctuary we’ve created.
This is a piece that helps to describe some of that. My goal for this poem was to transport the reader into the space and time, using description as opposed to a rhyme scheme.
.:Thank you for taking the time to listen to my heart:.
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As the beats of Badu glide through my ears, the street sweeper bobs his head to the vibration of the bristles brushing the ground– In circadian rhythm, our moments intertwine. A record spins, a broom keeps time. My mind meanders in a million different directions. The drift of brushstrokes and melody steadies the turbulence. Coffee stains the crooked rim of my thrift store mug and shards of silver foil fill the wooden table from scratch tickets we’d hope we could quit our jobs for. Gentle yellow roses with a peek of sage adorn the record player being used as a temporary altar. Sketches of our tomorrows are strewn across the floor as we weave our desires into our legacies. Laugh lines draw maps to the fears we’ll conquer and life feels weightless in this atmosphere we’ve cultivated for ourselves. Days like these spin like a slow and steady love.
Beautiful!