maelynslavik

i sit at the lunch table with my few friends,

i have so many thoughts at this time,

i am silent.

i need new friends.

i think.

new friends that don't treat me like i'm dirt.

Mother Earth holds us all in her arms,

engulfing us in a comfortable beauty.

She keeps us safe,

as we travel around the sun.
 

She’s gifted us the oceans and lakes,

the mountains and hills,

I took a walk inside the library today, 

and I noticed everything. 

Two older women exchanging hellos, 

kids under piles of toys, 

and parents taking a breath. 

I watched news report after news report

broadcasting the devastation of

the Los Angeles wildfires

on national television.

There was a sense of

hopelessness,

like there was nothing

We're eating lunch

and someone says your name

and he asks

how is she anyway?

There's an orchestra in my heart

that's playing just for you

and playing happy now

because they care.

My bluntstones are muddy

and kicked off

on the floor

my feet are tucked underneath me

we're on our way home.

We drive by the yellow car

that's too broken to go anywhere

but it's hill