One Day

Over the summer, I tried my hand at the Billy Collins Poetry Masterclass. Am I a poet? Nope. In fact, I am certain that my “poetry” will have Mary Oliver, Robert Frost, and Edgar Allen Poe rolling over in their graves. Rilke would write letters telling me to never quit my day job. Regardless, I promised myself when I started this little project that I’d give all the literary things a try. So here we are. My first “published” poem!

One Day

Hustling here and bustling there,
Honks, horns, and humans everywhere,
Train is running late today.
Yesterday.
Everyday.
It wouldn’t be right moving any other way.
We’ll eventually get there.
One day.

Eye catching glimmers through the windows at night,
Starry sky filled with dim and soft light,
Although, the stars appear less bright,
Dueling the electric current in the streets,
Bodies dancing, singing, and rustling in the bedsheets,

Thousands of steps treaded,
Through blossoming autumn and snowy spring,
Where my heart arrived shredded,
Truthfully – obliterated,
Every single step, even in chaos,
Darned a healing string.
Mind transformed into being more – and less – tough,
But no longer feeling not enough.

Gently folding memories away,
Slowly fading from too much, or not enough, Chardonnay.
The only thing left,
Is to hold my breath,
And wait until the future becomes the past,
To return home – one day – at last.