(I’m writing daily poem’s for napowrimo and posting them here on notes. Today’s is a brief reflection on the day and a reminder that art’s birth is often just vulnerability grazing the earth.)

Poem 10: April 10

“My Heart Grazed the Earth”

I left fragments of my heart in the earth today.

I spilled my heart’s thoughts into a handwritten letter.

I strung my heart’s tears into song as I played

Vivaldi’s four seasons on the family piano—

In a candlelit room, while birds tapped on the window.

I sewed my heart’s questions into brief interactions,

Which felt somewhat one-sided like my words had no traction.

But somewhere a new garden has given birth,

Because in brief little moments of the mundane today,

I let my guard lower; let my heart graze the earth.