I Think, I Wonder
by Charissa Pereira
I think, I wonder It’s wild how big a tiny porch can seem at the cusp of spring, I think, as the string light fences flicker and an aviary of birds sing around us. I was apart earlier today, feeling distant from the center— but now I’m here, reclined on this chaise lounge, Eight pm breeze grazing my cheeks, Mockingjay Hunger Games songs filling my ears, now very much a part of something. Our socked feet and bare knees remind us the season is still in transition— winter’s air slowly bows to the fragrant song of spring. The earth’s lazy yawn into a brave new world, resurrected from all the things that had to die. Our eyes peer over our soda and juice-filled glasses shining with wonder at each other’s stories. Still very much so in progress but leaning strongly towards victory. I wonder, Is there a resurrection stirring within us? Maybe the disappointments that felt winter sharp will soon become summer soft Maybe the weight our weary eyes have been carrying will fall off our lashes like unwanted scales and shimmer their way down to fertile ground. Maybe they’ll rise up as tulips and daffodils, pinks and yellows both brightening our eyes and widening them with beauty. Will we go from weight to wonder? Will we go from ground to glory? It’s a miracle how big a tiny porch can seem when life is once again blooming.
xoxo
Charissa