Lightweight

Today I’m not a nurse.

Today, I’m not a runner.

Today I’m not a housemate,

I’m not a grown up,

I’m not a gardener.

Today I’ve never been in love.

And today I’ve never broken a bone,

or been confused,

or put myself second.

Today I have nowhere to be.

I have nowhere I’ve gone.

I have nowhere I’m going.

Today I am a very young girl.

And being alone in silence,

With the beginnings of a fading sun outside my bay window,

Seems simple, not lonely.

Seems fresh, not sour.

Today I have nothing on my agenda:

just to be.