04/03/2026
poetry month.
April 2nd
Today I looked out at my lawn, a giant still green surface
The yard abuzz with Spring
I’ve been thinking about existing, pretty much my whole life
As I gazed, I could feel the potential all around, the buds days from blooming
What survived winter will be revealed soon
I wonder who I would be without my many responsibilities?
The web I’ve woven over a lifetime of loving— is that me?
This yard, my dying dog, my 4 kids, my friends/loved ones, everyone I care for, everyone/everything I care about
I’ve spread myself like mycelium to more life than I could possibly sustain— on my own
One of my Yoga teachers asked us, “what comes first, the center or the periphery?”
I am the center
The center is wherever I am
I am always and never alone
I couldn’t live without my family
Or rather, I don’t exist without my relation to them— not a version of me that I have met
Or maybe, the people I know and love have always been with me
Even though always is not a thing
I haven’t always been here
I won’t always be here
Life happens in the now
Love comes from life
Love is living a life in Spring
The grass won’t be this green forever
I love my yard