Day 80 of #the100dayproject - Siuslaw River

 Siuslaw River

I glimpse a jellyfish

in the tidal river,

an outline, milky,

then it turns ethereal

like an eggwhite

without its sun 

to form a shape.

It's just water 

gathering its seams 

into a current of 

possibilities.

Day 79 of #the100dayproject - Poeming

Poeming

A poem moves through me like static,

lifts the fine hairs of my arms.

My pen and paper the conductor

draws out the electricity of myself

to spark and snap into words,

into shape, into a new kind of meaning.

Day 78 of #the100dayproject - Our Modern Era

Our Modern Era

Even then, on tippy toes,

They looked out to the world

all dressed up in finery.

Just like little girls now

looking out to the world

all dressed up in finery;

their light up sneakers

and streamers in their pigtails.

Their screams, shouts and laughs

Muffled by their pinkest masks;

their mouths trying to adapt

to this new kind of enclosure.