Friday, October 21, 2022

there is no deadline

I started a letter when I was nine years old
then I began adding pictures of skies
wondering what to say

I've now moved to a place knit with passions
and second chances and curious panics
happy in some ways

my letter unfinished: words run down, hidden
like heartbeat or birds far from home 
I've stayed unwritten

3 comments:

Nicole said...

Lovely, Maya.

StephLove said...

I like this one.

maya said...

Thank you, Nicole and Steph 💗

how CAN the kids be alright?

Nu had just raised their hand to answer a question in Spanish class; I'd just landed in my office and poured myself my first cup of tea....