7: 05pm (Wed)
Hello friends. Tonight I was inspired to write a poem. Maybe it’s because I listened to Tracy K. Smith read her poems last night. Desperate to write a post for the New Year, I was hoping a little of her poetry-magic would rub off on me. So I listened to her voice, felt the rhythm of her words and laboured until a poem was born, a poem called “New Skin”.
I’m breathing in
the air wet as drought
kisses my ear, neck, fingertips,
reminding me of months I shed
when Jan 1 marked new beginnings.
The moulting began at the tip of my toes
when midnight struck against the backdrop
of gunshots and fireworks,
stars a-twinkle in the night sky,
stripping away a year’s worth of weight.
Now I’m breathing in new skin
even as the office fan whirs dead air.
I think to myself,
a world awaits me in the months ahead
opportunities as numerous as grains of sand
so I watch, and wait, and write,
hints of heaven flashing
as thoughts take shape on paper,
as clear as morning
raw as the scent of sea.