Noticing

awake.
sunshine.
clean, laundry.
church, lunch, sisters.
she compared me to a willow tree. out of the blue. it was kind. I wrote it down.

the best conversation. we are the three weirdest people. (everyone is the weirdest.)
food for my soul.

she said she doesn't know me that well. news to me. why does my vulnerability shrivel up in others' presences?

glorious day. blue. cold. crisp.
walking through the sunset.
music to my eyes, no music in my ears, quiet. wind. the plastic bag I carried.

being with people who wanted to be with each other. deep.
a gold pine-cone.
food.

the sky.
the moon, a half smile.

noticing the small things makes life more fun.
a plane over my head,
my shadow is walking faster than me.
on closer glance, he is wearing sweatpants, not khakis. I wonder where he is coming from.

thinking about praying.
thinking about that boy.

how I don't know what to think.

the shadows of her flowers on her illuminated blinds, second floor, I think.
the shadow of the tree on the brick dorm. orange street lights, and still the stars are brighter.

the man leaning over the chicken pot pie freezer like something was broken. like choosing was his hardest decision. that is just the way he was leaning.

the kind of things that must leave my head. no time to wait.

the sky...
awake.