Thought Salad

Tag: writing

  • Precipice of night

  • High water

    Today started far too early. I woke before the dawn, unable to still my racing thoughts. Monday’s are a struggle, especially with too little sleep. But even though my list of things to do is short, it’s left me somehow bereft, at sea with myself. I hold onto the board and wonder how I got…

  • Old friend

    Old friend

    Hello, old friend. It’s been so long since you’ve come to visit I had thought – No, it was silly of me to assume. You’ve never been one To call in advance, announcing your presence before arriving at my door. You’ve always just walked right in, and made yourself at home. Sitting down, pouring yourself…

  • Northern time

    Northern time

    I was a new grad out on my own terrified by how much I still didn’t know I told myself I could look things up ask for help; Using bandages To mask my insecurity The reality was so different Initial terror faded in the face of hectic days, sleepless nights. Patch jobs, transferring patients elsewhere…

  • Hands

    Hands

    Hands Guiding, shaping holding on, letting go supportive, frail My hands stretch out sometimes to catch, sometimes to wave goodbye, watching the soul take flight into the huge, never ending sky. Veins of my grandmother, who I loved very much I would play with them as a child, fascinated by the way they would wiggle…

  • Walk

    Walk

  • Broken

    I’m a well-oiled machine Except Parts are falling off Beginning to rust Overloaded Burnt out Struggling to hang on Emotions threaten Drowning out the light Burying me under The sky grows dark

  • July 1st 2019

    July 1st 2019

    Another summer is finally here And with it the smell of campfire My children shriek As they run around Gangs of kids on bikes In twos, and threes, and fours They play until the sun falls behind the water if we would only allow it And grumble at bedtime Even though it’s hours after their…

  • Circles

  • Little boy