I momentarily stopped
sauntering
into tiny corridors
of inner space
to let the sun find me,
a fleeting moment
before the sky turned muted
but most exquisite
in the golden hour.
Its glow
so dreamy,
like entering a children’s tale,
I felt soft petals
fall on my weariness.
These days,
I get caught up
in my thoughts,
in the comfort
of the shadows,
I forget to feel
through my senses.
The light moved me,
bathing crevices
of my consciousness,
as I meditated
on not so subtle questions
of these strange times.
Basking in the rays,
from an imaginary window
of the cathedral that holds
both my awe
and restlessness
in the same space,
pondering,
there has to be more for us,
than being frightened fragments,
of this fractured world.
©️Clarisse Pastor-Medina
@klarisms // 03.21.21
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*Photo is a selfie I took yesterday while in the car with the H driving to my sister’s house. I am sharing this because the sun was extravagant and the timing was fantastic it inspired me to write a poem. Also because I have been practicing the fresh korean style nude, peaches and pinks make up that espouses the ideals of “less is more” and I’m happy with how it makes me feel softer inside and out. Most importantly, because one of my beloved aunts (hello Mamanette!) in our phone conversation last week asked me why I don’t linger nor post a lot on social media or any other social apps anymore and that the most she’s been seeing are photos of my dogs. Hallmark of an empath’s social media a.k.a. bad news fatigue at its finest. But here I am. And the gorgeous, glorious sun that must have invented hope.
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