Not expected.

the mist can see me through my window.
I see it too. It cannot hide behind the glow from street lamps.
It was raining when the dogs woke up.
It’s still raining now.
this is certainly not the way I expected to experience the last days of April:
wrapped in two scarves, socks up my legs, and a fur-lined hat near the front door.
I wanted flowers out my window
and fresh air to blow into my apartment while I get ready for bed.
but
I do like the stillness of this night.
 
And I like how time hangs onto the mist
giving more evening
more slowdown
breath
and
less
in my mind
so I can see the beauty
in this foggy night
 

Michelle Bernard: not expected, a poem for the season from Michelle Bernard on Vimeo.

 

longer.

i love ya
tomorrow
i wiggled into you
(you were worth the wait)
inhaling
through grateful hips
shoulders praising morning
i pointed these feet
east
toward Creation
while white strands caught my eyelashes
i increased the decision
taking longer strides
(trusting myself for
the 108th time)
letting what I felt
be felt
by
the air
and
sky
swallowed the noise
letting the sound of light play
from my body
making the days
longer
 

Michelle Bernard: longer – a poem from Michelle Bernard on Vimeo.

 

the women.

the women.

me.
explorer of dream.  
smile
casting magic on those in her orbit.  
knowing eyes
peeking out from pink and turquoise
feathers.
striped and barefoot and bejeweled.
sweaty, whirling hips.
painting the sky with patchouli hands. 

and

me.  
head tilted.
curious.
grey wool exterior, lined inside.
big eyes squinting.  taming Questions. 
determined for answers.
once prodded, bullied.
once,  
forgot her name.  
Determined.
close up, no injury.
underneath bronzed body armor—
dark, dried up, salty invalidation
chipping off.

give her little wings.

 

 

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like magic.

What are you waiting for?

No, really.

Are you actually waiting? For the right moment, the courage, a magic stick to tap the back of your ear and bless you with stock, proficiency, and magnetism?

Well, here it is. 

I am waving my… uh… give me a moment…

umbrella.

Pretend it is the wand you’ve been expecting, and let it anoint you with 

the drive and decision you always hoped this day would give you.

TAP!

Now, become the person you’ve imagined. 

 

rise.

Michelle Bernard

www.michellebernardspeaks.com

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