Siga

This day is like any other day

The pounding of my feet against a wet and greasy cobblestone way — the huffing of my chest in the thin cold air; I took a risk and flew the coop sprinkling my little life like shells along a path

I burned the love letters, sold the goods, and waved goodbye to the past

Today I walk the streets, a million times, I’ve walked these streets

In strangers’ eyes I see no reprieve; no joy, no attraction, no need to say hello

What the hell am I doing here?

This day I am alerted, it’s do or die — decide to link to the mother ship or float away in a permanent spatial abyss

What the hell should I do – I decide to button down and anchor to the slip

I buy a brodskive and quickly gulp it exactly like the seagulls that ever hover

It’s time to decide and jump from the side – dark, empty silent, like any other

Today I sit in the lobby of the free clinic waiting for the results and I spy a magazine with the name of someone important in my life

On this day, I skip out into the forty below and float over the snow 

There’s life in my heart, a story I’ve never known before and now I know certainty like the way the big dipper points true north

A star

Trillions of cells cluster together and create the new story of paper dolls and of baaaing lambs, of giggles and of the naive days of youth, never dark, empty, or silent again

Life decided for me

A daughter