i dunno guys, i just feel like we need more poems in the world.
clouds and light and expanse
the sky arcs over every day, quietly being its beautiful self
silently twirling in change, cycling through watery dawn
following through to the end–blazing cotton candy
underneath we work our anthill lives
underneath we look up and feel bigger
billowing up and lighter we think high thoughts
live higher lives
motherhood inside the anthill i am a worker bee,
a cog in a machine that only cycles and never stops
things spilled, smashing against four walls and we all wake up to do it all again
but so does the sky–over and over again
cradling the whole world in softness
blazing the whole world in streaks of bright madness
holding space for gray sadness and yellow beaming
a delightful chameleon painting
floating on the waves of every day.
well hey. want to get your family’s here-and-now documented by a sky-loving hippie who adores feelings almost as much as she adores families? that’s me. and as seen here, we don’t have to be in your house the whole time either, m’dear, so no excuses. see more family work here, and let’s chat about your session.