Building Community Through Food

"Try to allow yourself to let things matter." -My yoga teacher (who does not know that I am referring to her as 'my' yoga teacher)

Be careful around this hole!

"Every Man Thinks His Burden is the Heaviest"

I wanted to go into the water.

But they don't let you.

So I decided to see how close I could get.

First, I bought a popsicle,

Flavored 'Nectarine Chai'

(For the nonchalance).

It tasted peach.

Then I threw away the things I didn't need.

I walked down the stairs

And crossed 

The Westside Highway,

Which is no small feat

On two feet.

I thought

There must be a reason that

No one is on the pier

And that reason is because

There is a fence.

So I walked to the next pier,

Past a park I used to spend time in.

But I don't have

All the time in the world,

And on the way to the next pier

I found a bench and gave up.

I sat between 

The Westside Highway

And a fence,

Beyond which was the water.

The cars on the road behind me were loud,

The duck in the water in front of me was quiet.

I wrote this poem because I didn't know what else to do.

I left the bench

Because it felt like time.

I carried on foot

Away from the water.

But I was wrong--

Just passed the Westside Highway

I got sad again.

I picked up my bike

From where I had locked it.

I rode across the Westside Highway.

I stopped before I crossed

And closed my eyes 

To listen

To traffic.

I found a park.

I passed a friend who noticed my tears.

I sat on top of a grassy hill

Looking over the water.

And here I sit, 

Deliberating whether or not to call my mother.  

--

plans ALWAYS change.