A year means so much
and absolutely nothing at all
I can hold my breath
for just over a minute
and in what seems
the same time
another one I loved
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A year means so much
and absolutely nothing at all
I can hold my breath
for just over a minute
and in what seems
the same time
another one I loved has left
and in another flare
of strained lungs and wide eyes
I am all giggles and gold
and then another
and I am alone again
and a quarter of my life at best
is already gone
and I make dinner for one
and try to feel
the space between
how the air seems to glow
how the sun seems solid
how when I sleep
I lay diagonally across the bed
all in that breath’s space
before another great fire
of eyes and smiles and lies
Alexander Joseph is a writer, creative writing teacher, and host of the podcast American Wasteland. He is from and lives in Rollinsville and in “some words for the week”, Alexander shares a small poetic dispatch about life in the mountains, love, nature, bath taking, and so many other small moments from his every day. He hopes that his words here can offer a respite from the moment, a tiny escape into another world of feeling and sight and smell and taste and sound, a sense engagement that you can bring with you into the rest of your week, a deep breath before going forward.