Poetry

So I Am a Woman

So I am a woman
occupying a square
a circle a triangle
a rectangle a glob
of space
of air
of spit
or moisture
of particles                                                                                    space
and earth matter
beneath and above
and all around me
I like this space
I take this space
for granted
I rarely look up
at all that wiggle-
room above my head
I rarely jump,
but I should
I forget that
S       P        A       C     E
is not something
everyone has
I neglect to be thankful
for what I can control,
for what I do possess
Instead I go to extremes
trying to control things
way way wayyyyyyyy
outside-of-me
maybe even up in
someone else’s space

Today was sad but
stupid-sad like,
like running late
to work though
not really late
just the type
that’s like
Oh I can’t take a
hot cup of coffee
with me
I can’t change my
scarf or my skirt late
like Poor me whaddami
gonna do without
my hot coffee
without
my perfectly
selected shoes

So I get in my car
and take a quickdeep
breath
I say to myself
I’ve got my health,
among other things
I’ve got my    s   p    a     c    e
and I start to list those
things for which I’m thankful for:
Thankful the windshield
isn’t frozen over
Thankful for a
heated leather seat
Gosh, how much do I
really need?
Thankful the customers don’t
come in til nine
and only because I want
to clear my mind
Thankful I have a job!
and one that I like!
Thankful we made love last night
Thankful for the space to think
it all over
the solitude of being young
and childless
and grandchildless
and great-grandchildless
though I hope for those things too–
for now I am Daughter

I am a woman
occupying a square
a circle a triangle
a rectangle a glob
of space
of air
of spit
or moisture
of particles
and earth matter
beneath and above
and all around me
I take this space
for granted
I rarely look up
at all that wiggle-
room above my head
I rarely jump,
but I should

3 thoughts on “So I Am a Woman”

  1. Yes you are woman but if my old memory serves me right, and the digital images of you posted are true to any kind of reality, the space you occupy is none of the forms you list, but then I am no Picasso.

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