Poetry for Sunday
Hell yes, I will come on your yoga and meditation retreat.
I will meet you where I meet myself.
I will sing loudly on the way up the mountain.
Yes I am of Generation X.
I still know all of Dark Side of the Moon by heart.
I am still growing up. It’s fun, remember?
It’s also great to go nowhere be seen by no one answer to no one.
I will listen to NPR and my books on tape,
and I will stop to think and forget to get going again.
Yes, turning into my mother (still) wild and earthy hippie she is.
I will laugh about the permanent bruise on my hip
because where is my body in space?
Where are we anyway?
I will dance with my child and sip coffee and fill in the boxes. crossword and Sudoku. bliss. leisure.
I cannot sit still just like my 5th graders. I need to hold a fidget spinner. My brain at times won’t stop. I will pull at the weeds and not plant anything this year. The garden will volunteer tomatoes. And maybe a pumpkin.
There is a cardinal. Home for a while.
I will walk and walk even though my arch hurts and my heel hurts and I stretch beyond what I thought possible.
That adjustment in me has yet to come.
I am bold. I speak my mind. I am hard on myself. And then I am not. I get lazy then busy then I just cannot deal with the world.
I love the routine but I want a shake up.
I am still that girl on the train.
Running that race, swimming the lake, learning guitar.
Singing and singing with all my heart.
I am still losing my tent at a music festival.
I am still playing house too soon.
I am dancing in a light up hula hoop in my wedding dress.
I am still lost and totally and completely one hundred percent myself.
And love. I love. I love you so much.
© Samantha Lazar 2019
Thank you for reading. My name is Samantha. I teach 5th graders everything from Language Arts to How to Be a Good Human. I also teach creative writing classes, workshops, and lessons. I still want to be a writer when I grow up.