Movers and Shakers

We move to big cities where we know no one,
Leaving behind people who love us because we want something more.

We feel lonely but try hard not to show it,
Diving head first into all of the important work that we do.

We take pride in feeling like we create change,
Knowing that all of our difficult decisions have been worth it.

But we sit in offices observing them,
Marching in the streets of Baltimore and Caracas and Nairobi.

I like to think there are others besides me,
Wondering if we would be happier walking alongside them.

-L

Looking Back at the Hills

There is so much of the world I want to see,
And I have only just begun to know
Who I am and where I would like to go
Instead of where “culture” tells me to be.
Moving far away from home was the key
Because it showed me how tall I can grow;
I could not possibly have stayed home, no,
When city life was so clearly for me.
But why did I romanticize these lights?
There are too many books on leaving home.
I sat plotting my escape all those nights,
Missing that no matter how far I roam
I’ll always want the hills and other sights
That molded me as if inside a dome.

-L

springtime in the desert

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the desert in utah
fills with wildflowers in may

prickly pears
asters
yucca
all blooming in
cadences of color
dancing in the
spring wind
*
i wake to the sound of
birds in green mulberry trees, singing
in delight to
see the sun
again
*
there are layers of life
so apparent in
sandstone mountains
salty, smooth but jagged
crumbling

inside, i stand atop the misty canyon
at peace with
all the questions and scars
all the layers of my self

because valleys fill
and empty
over and over

grow wildflowers from
salty, sandy dust

sing songs in gratitude
to see the seasons
change as they do

it seems that
beauty can thrive in the most
unlikely of places

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-A