Brooke Gale LouvieR

today I know I have something to say

but I don’t know how to say it

(seems to be the story of my life)

raging words

and silence

but no more

I stand under the shower

and hot water pounds on my mind

and slowly beckons

the rhythm and meter and

then

the words

unexpectedly

never forced

utter grace

“It’s easier,”

I think,

“To live with your

hands

mind

and heart

open.”

dust clouds had gathered for days

I felt listless

searching for meaning

it takes strength to walk through the mundane

as if it did not exist

as if it doesn’t have a hold on me

as days go by and nothing seems new

(but all things are)

and so I choose to live inside this pattern of words and cadence

I live

and know

I don’t need a mountain view

a foreign landscape

a near-death experience

to do what I do

“It takes bravery,”

I think,

“to live with your eyes

this open.”