The Poetry Snapshot: An Imperfect Moment

You want to share stories and emotions,
but you’re afraid to be open.
So you pause and look out at the ocean,
and count the silences between the waves.
You sit quietly, just listening.

Lake Huron, Michigan

So much history runs through my mind,
and I cannot collect any words to say.
These pulses of anxiety feel unrefined,
but I still want to stay by your side.
So I sit quietly, just listening.

Conflicted with what we want,
we finally reach an impasse.
We pretend to stay nonchalant,
with ebbs and flows of imperfect moments.
We sit quietly, just listening.

Listening for all the unsaid words.
Listening for all the stifled laughter.
Listening to every wave crash on land.
Listening to everyone else around us.

Just not listening to each other.

 

The Poetry Snapshot: One Way Street

I’m constantly under construction,
like a Michigan road.
Because it’s easier to bear a storm,
when you are always closed.

 Ann Arbor, Michigan

I’ve created so much distance from all the concrete I’ve mixed and poured,
It becomes easier for you to remember all the things I’ve ignored.

I envision us to someday
be a magnificent highway.
We’d span from urban cities to rural fields,
designed like a beautiful cliché.

But instead,
all our memories
now feel bittersweet.
Because for too long,
this friendship
has felt like a one way street.

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After having a few difficult conversations this month, this poem is a reminder to reach out to the people you care about. To tell them how much you value them. To be vulnerable in meaningful relationships.