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Day 185: Sofa

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A sofa might seem an odd thing to write a poem about, especially on July 4th but hear me out. Today’s poem is dedicated to a very dear friend of mine. He came to the United States on a student visa and has worked his tail off as a student and as a professional. He’s always kept his living light, just in case he had to leave.

He once confided in me that he had a dream of owning a sofa, because to him, a sofa is a symbol of permanence. You don’t buy a sofa for a place if you’re not sure you’re staying. Yesterday he got the great news. He’s staying and it’s time to shop for a sofa.

I say all of this today because I think it’s important to remember that we are a nation founded on immigration. The vast majority of United States’ citizens are the descendants of immigrants. Just check back a few generations.

Congratulations, my friend, and happy Independence Day, America.

Sofa

Day 102: Chrysalis in the Cinders

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I went to the park to walk my dog and de-stress from the day. It was a good day, just long and hard and I needed to unwind with my puppy.

The park backs up to some houses, one of which has a fence that is incomplete. The people who live there have a pair of dogs. They’ve gotten out before and caused some minor mischief, nothing serious. They got out again today and chased my dog, who chased them back. The woman who lives in the house came out screaming and cussing at me, furious that I dare walk my dog past her house and get her dogs riled up.

I have no idea why this bothers me as much as it does. It could be any number of combinations of things. This year, is a year of transformation and I think that right now I’m experiencing some growing pains.

Here’s to hope, to love, and to growth.

Chrysalis in the Cinders

Day 51: A Climax Approaches

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Feeling better today! Not 100% yet, but still better–hence the double posting.

I was thinking today about goals, deadlines, and the inevitable transformative processes that occur throughout our lives. When do they happen? When does change actually occur within us and upon our lives in a meaningful and significant way? How do we rise to meet these changes, or not as the case may be?

My father is fond of saying that good luck is simply preparation meeting opportunity. I like this idea. I like the notion of creating our own opportunities. Being sick has made me feel like my aim is off regarding the opportunities I’ve been trying to prepare for. I was struck today by a sudden and intense sensation that change is soon to be upon me, that all that I’ve worked for is soon to reach a point of climax. Can any of us ever really be prepared for that?

A Climax Approaches