Hope She stares at the screen in her sweaty hand And hopes for a message That will free her soul. Expectations The wine glass sits untouched on the table He stares out the dark window. She’s not coming tonight.
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Sun Worshiper A little girl runs over the hot sand, She throws herself into the cool water And rides the pounding waves back into shore. A middle-aged lady finds a small lump on her back, She sits in the sterile doctor’s office And leaves with eight stitches. ‘The biopsy is positive I’m afraid, too much time in the sun.’
I craved serenity. Teaching was chaotically deafening. When the opportunity to work on the International Space Station presented itself I seized it with both hands. The extinction event on earth three years ago has schooled me in the appreciation of noise. I crave cacophony, the unadulterated din of life.