When my c-section scar stings I should thank God for my baby.
I remember being a dawdling child.
I never realized before,
My life was full of wonder back then. I was more patient, more observant.
I had no where else to go. No one was somewhere, waiting for me.
Finding myself in a similar state, in the middle of my morning shower –
I tried to look at life the way I used to back then.
I trapped the water within a self-embrace, then opened my arms and watched the water fall to the shower pan and I imagine I’m creating 1980’s paint spatter art, or perhaps a music video for the J. Giles Band.
I tip my chin and focus my attention
My goal is to feel water spray against every part of my face.
The streams of water are individual droplets.
I can guide the streams with the tips of my fingers.
No fragment of parchment,
nor segment of print,
not even a Polaroid snapshot or two.
Our memories are all in the cloud.
One EMP away
from ever existing at all.
I can write a book in two days.
But it takes years to overcome self-doubt.