Issue 13: Tomorrow is uncertain
musings on the new year
Happy New Year!
I’m starting 2022 with the commitment to work more gratitude into my daily life; to say thank you more, to say I love you more, and to take time to rest and enjoy being alive.
One habit from last year I hope to bring into the new year is reading before bed a few nights each week; I’ve spent most of those nights reading virtually with friends, sitting quietly together on Discord. Some of my favorites have been On Freedom: Four Songs of Care and Constraint by Maggie Nelson, All About Love by bell hooks, and In The Dream House by Carmen Maria Machado— all highly recommended to add to your reading list this year.
Another habit I’d like to continue would be writing as a daily practice, whether that be journaling, poetry, pattering away at my novel, or just a free-write of my running thoughts (I filled up two notebooks in 2021!)
I hope whatever your goals are for the year, that you allow yourself self-love, gratitude for all that you have, and rest between the working hours.
The following poem was written using the poetry prompt from last week’s Poets & Writer’s “The Time is Now”.
TOMORROW IS UNCERTAIN
tomorrow is uncertain of that I’m sure and its face is the unfilled unused unloved chair in my home office I water the pileas take the keys button my coat for a walk avoiding the mouths of others visualizing sunsets in Roma the mountains resting upon the tectonic earth I have shaken the tethers that bound me but I buckle at the knees at the wind chill of change I wake each morning unlearning the path paved the worn one that reminds me I know nothing of suffering yet I’ve learned everything of hatred I have watched men kneel on necks blood billowing from severed frames seen the sea in its rise flood the airwaves with wreckage witnessed towers fall now I understand human beings have learned everything and nothing so what is the use of wild centuries if we are hurtling toward overwhelmed cities overflowing with sharp teeth hollow walls boiling architectural marvels where nobody lives where can home be if not my untamed aorta siphoning thick brain blood forming the cyclical thoughts why is my papa unlearning my name just as soon as I am learning myself? the curse is carrying that knowing for one more walk still, I wish I had never known anything at all
What have you unlearned this year? And what have you learned?
I have learned that life is traveling at a speed I find difficult to follow without rest, without love.