Summer greets me like I am different
A day with my eyes closed and my mind blank. A day with chapped lips from the sun. A day where I allow my skin to change colour and be something else they are not.
Good morning, my friend.
As I am writing this, I can finally feel the recent-woke of the morning sun with fresh-cut fruits served on the small side table. It’s been a while since it last visited me. Despite having to wake up early every day for work, the enjoyment itself feels oddly different. A reminder to be a little wiser with time. I wonder when can I hold this while a little longer. The sky is opening up so much of its space to finally catch up with my breathing. Right here, I can feel anything I wanted to feel. A few different shapes-clouds; a reminder of the beautiful past I am holding. This is why I am here. This is why some Robins would come and leave again when it is time. This is why the chirping of those little hatchlings can mean everything to someone who just woke up and listen.
When the time comes to offer its arms for me to do nothing at all, I would call it a calling. I would call it a portion of why I am here. I would call it a purpose. I would trade time for some books. A day with my eyes closed and my mind blank. A day with chapped lips from the sun. A day where I allow my skin to change colour and be something else they are not.
This is why we are here. This is what it means when love is the air. This is what I need to offer; to take anything I shall take from each passing moment. To say thank you when we let it fly. My world is dying from the sun. My world is hurting because of someone; like me. But today, the sun feels so warm. Today, I choose to feel the burn. Today, I am here to be different.
Originally published with Roi Fainéant Literary Press (April 17th, 2022)
Link to Publication: https://roifaineantarchive.wixsite.com/rf-arc-hive/post/halfway-through-i-am-a-tree-i-am-not-outside-searching-by-valencia-wilianto
Love,
Valencia Wilianto
@PoetryOfHvaw