Dear ...

After the parade

I ponder

And address

Dear Wednesday,

You are drippy

spitting and spewing drops

and shady flakes of soppy spirit

and I feel just as goopy-gray

Together we hold hands

in the dismal dust

When we hug each other,

we squeeze the sunlight

from our hearts

and the day feels bright again

The sun is always shining

above the clouds.

Dear Lots of Time,

You are beckoning me

Into the abyss of an

energetic transition

Although I don’t know

what the path forward looks like yet,

You will help me stir up creativity

and the prayers

and the visions

When I know what the first step will be

I’ll look back on now

and know

that this was the way

and I accessed you

to the best of my ability

in the present

and also with anticipation of what’s to come

I have tapped you

Dear Incessant Thinking,

You can be crippling for me

I’m healthy

and sane

and beautiful

and gifted

and I don’t know why you offer me a crutch

when I really don’t need one.

I’m walking freely without you.

Dear Growth Mindset,

Nice sprout!

Did you see that?

The colossal question just spewed

from your third eye

and tapped you on the heart

“What is it you want now?”

Oh, that.

Got it.

I am listening.

Dear Regret,

I do not recognize you.

Who are you?

I wouldn’t know.

Dear Falcon,

You say fly in 100%.

Ok.

And I fly in.

I could address many Dears

over time

as they arise

Dear Lonely Moment,

Dear Hard to Get Out of Bed,

Dear Stayed Too Long in An Experience,

Dear Radical Realization,

Dear Obsessive Phone-Checking,

Dear Suppressed Art,

Dear If Only Thought,

Dear What If Thought,

In my hammock swaying

between the pillars

of presence

and imminence

I am essence

before, during and after the parade

I submitted this for the After the Parade Challenge. Thanks for reading, and for considering a clicked heart, comment, Pledge and Tip if you so choose. See more of my writing and info about me here: Jessica Amber Barnum