This is one of the first poems I posted to this blog. I’ve been looking back through my collection in choosing ones to include in the book I’m putting together for a reading in June. This poem rhymes– a style which I find I’m moving away from– but I still really enjoy it. And I think it contains thoughts and feelings worth remembering, from time to time.
made my bed
every morning I make up the bed,
press down the rumpled pleats,
fluff my pillows in their cases
and tidy up the tangled sheets.
I wish it were such simple a task
to straighten up my life –
tuck in heartbreak, pull up sadness,
cover over pain and strife.
some choices lay like linen sheets
whose creases will never come out,
no matter how much I tug or iron,
or try to smooth them down.
nagging small reminders,
they are marks I would rather forget;
but there is no avoiding struggle
once the wrinkles are set.
so I learn to live with consequences,
make peace with all the mess,
resolving to try with each new day
to leave one wrinkle less.
I've never really liked labels: I am this, I am that... But in the interest of introducing myself to the world, I can say that I am many things: nurse, writer, photographer, poet, painter, gardener, friend, armchair philosopher, counselor, nature lover, real-estate aficionado, movie buff, sometime yogi, and aspiring world-traveler. I think that's a pretty good list... for now. I want to become a bigger part of the vital, creative force I feel deeply at work in the world and connect with other people who want to do the same.