I feel happiest in my skin when

A writing prompt that ended with a poem

14. I feel happiest in my skin when…

I’m engaged in a good conversation with a good friend. I feel happier than words can describe. I know that I don’t always have words for many things but I especially feel happy when I can experess those words without ever using words.

Feelings I feel so strong that I can not voice them,

but instead my entire body vibrates with the joy of

just being in the presence of the people I love

and care so deeply about.

I may never be able to express those words but

my whole body,

my whole soul feels it.

I sometimes don’t want to

let those feelings go,

but when I do

I make space

For those feelings to come again.

Justice Work

I used to think that resistance is the only path to justice

Then I was reminded of all those who came before me

I was reminded of all those who worked together for justice

Justice work is hard work, but justice work is work that we do together

It never has to be lonely work

And it never has to be defined by what we are resisting

Instead it can be defined by what we are working towards so that work may continue until all our battles are won

Waiting for the bus…

Her choice to enter your

Car

Truck

Van

Is not my choice to enter your

Car

Truck

Van

No I will not

Like it

On my bike

No I will not

Like it

In bare feet

No I will not

Like it

In my front yard

No I will not

Like it

Walking down the street

With my child

With my friend

On my own

No I will not

Like it

Want it

Or ask for it

Her choice is not my choice

River

Today I sit by the

River

Wind blowing

Children chattering at ducks

Sirens in the background

Today I sit by the

River

As friends pass

Old and new meet

Mingling with

New Understanding

Today I sit by the

River

Summer

Summer

Spending time with Friends

Who are more like family

Meeting trees that breath life

Doing some urban hiking

On bustling city streets

Knowing that those summer nights

Will see you through all of the transitions

That this season brings

Summer

I’ve written lots of poems about summer. They are never quite what I want them to be. It’s just as well, since it is such a complicated season that is often full of transitions. Last summer I treated myself to some pretty awesome trips where I got to formally meet some redwood trees and reflect on the unexpected happenings in my life that have proven interesting to say the least. Here is another poem for good measure.

Smiles that stretch across the country

Meeting laughter that boldly heals the earth