one of those days

photo by kadison

one of those days where you wake up late and instead of jumping out of bed and rushing around you just meander to the shower

one of those days where you can't seem to choose something to wear and you try on a few things, taking everyone of them off and then deciding to wear the first thing you put on

one of those days where you pour the orange juice in the cereal bowl and the milk in the glass

one of those days where you get interupted and only put mascara on one eye

one of those days where the hair just doesn't do what it's cut to do so you try to look for a funky hat but only find your husbands "vikings" football cap; that clearly won't help

one of those days where you're late and hoping the traffic won't be bad and it actually isn't

one of those days where you flip through all the channels on the radio to find nothing but static

one of those days where you remember that your ipod is actually in your purse, but you don't have the ear buds

one of those days where you stop to get a chai but realize you have no cash and your daughter went through your wallet and you don't seem to have any credit cards inside

one of those days where you check your email and you find this lovely poem inside and smile (thank you christine)

Autobiographia
by G.E. Patterson

I had everything and luck: Rings of smoke
blown for me; sunlight safe inside the leaves
of cottonwoods; pure, simple harmonies
of church music, echoes of slave songs; scraps
of candy wrappers — airborne. Everything.
Mother and father, brother, aunts, uncles;
chores and schoolwork and playtime. Everything.

I was given gloves against winter cold.
I was made to wear gloves when I gardened.
I was made to garden; taught to hold forks
in my left hand when cutting, in my right
when bringing food to my mouth. Everything.

I had clothes I was told not to wear outside;
a face you could clean up almost handsome;
I had friends to fight with and secrets, spread
all over the neighborhood; the best teachers,
white and colored. I’m not making this up.
I knew that I had everything. Still do.

Posted by stef at October 20, 2008 10:18 PM