The Days In-between
Poems fall like April showers in June, welcome. Once the clouds give way to one rain drop, the heavens open and all of my ideas escape at once, like dandelion seeds scattered on someone else’s manicured lawn. And wait.
I have no problem leaving them there, even when I get that knock at the door behind which I can spy a red-faced neighbour grunting much like a bull entering a china shop. I hide.
My problems lay in the days in between, that tick by like treacherous storms on an endless sea. I am the only crew.
I am topsy-turvy in a snow globe, never knowing when or which way I will be shaken from one day to the next.
It may seem ominous, all this chaotic movement, but I find this best captures how one day or month can feel, as a highly empathetic, sensory drinking creative woman commanded by the moon and sea.
It is disorientating, any moment I might remember who I am, but in this second I am lost, forgotten the path I took and am looking at way markers like I may of seen them, but they have shape shifted into an unrecognisable pointer in a direction that appears as a different shade of light, or dark.
Overwhelm consumes like a parasite, dragging my body to the bottomless ocean where I am to be forgotten and eaten alive. I die a thousand times.
I close my eyes, tired. Never quite catching my breath, holes in my bowls were where I pour nutrient-filled soup that will never reach the top, but will somehow find another soul easily to nourish instead of me. I wish I could sleep eternally.
The dart of lightning always comes to wake me, as if it has no other purpose but to bring me back from the brink, “no rest for you yet”, it boasts. I grumble but know it is right.
There's a hidden thread connecting me to another life, perhaps? Or something otherworldly, I know not which, but it whispers through me with the vibrancy of hope and the energy of Tinkerbell.
And here I feel the lightness of April showers in June. Wisdom pops up like an upside-down umbrella. I catch the dandelion seeds instead.
The peripheral storm brews for the days ahead.
