A Precious Thing

I rush to get my work done

Less thought takes less energy

Which sends me off to bed early

I could spend the day contemplating

The balance between Plato’s and Nietzsche’s opinions of “the good life”

But the amount of energy it takes to develop that opinion is far too great

It’d be smushed between diapers, and baby exercises, and naps

-Hot tea-Hot tea gets me through!

Even on these hot days

But these poems they’re rushed because energy is a precious thing for a nursing mommy

-Saschia

Yes

The doors open as wide as a fishes mouth

Not a squeak to em

The sun it shines into the dead silent hallway

beams dance on the floor

Wiggling to some translucent beat

I’m sure it’s not my heartbeat

Shadows scatter

I freeze to admire the sight

I stand still

confident in the shadows return

But hoping the beams dance a bit longer

And hoping they return

-Saschia

The Silent Man

I mouth the words hoping they’ll be caught

But without a sound I could be saying anything

He doesn’t mouth a thing

He stands there staring waiting for more from me

But I have such a hard time getting my own words out

“What are you thinking?” I mouth silently

He stands there waiting for his turn to speak

but I continue to mouth my own questions that I so badly want answered

-Saschia