Andi Leigh Writes

I may remain broken; filling in the Cracks whenever I can. I'll move on and notice the absurdity In the pebbles sleeping on the tile And in the short-lived words of temporary Acquaintances. There are secrets in a glass of water On the counter. There is much more in an odd sprout Growing where others deem impossible. I'll pick up my fragments and continue To look and try to simply understand.

It was unusually lovely outside. The sun crisped the air and the sky Was bright—much different From the ominous fog we've been Lost in for a couple of days now. We got lunch and ate in the car With the fan on, we made smoothies At home with our apartment door Open to cycle in the fresh air. Our cats enjoyed their time looking Out the window of the screen door. I wonder if they saw some birds. There may have been a few.

I've noticed the smile lines on my face. At least I know that I've smiled And laughed many times. Hopefully More times than I have cried. I think that's all that matters. There's a lot more smiling to be done.

There has not been Enough silence. So I'll simply climb Into a bubble To make the time Move—please, move! I'll wait for the creaks And bumps and Intrusions to take the hint. I'd rather deal With my own noise.

My head feels like a cup right now— A cup tipped over with its contents Spilled out wherever it may have landed. I don't know where that cup is And I'm not too sure what spilled, But I see the puddle spreading And I want to mop up what was lost And bring the cup upright With whatever I'm able to save.

Hello.  It's almost the end. I've ended up Where I began and I think That's okay— I don't know if I'll stay. Maybe. I guess we'll see. And there's no shame In ending up where you Used to be. Maybe I'll read this Years from now—in a totally New place And laugh when I think Of all the worrying That flooded So much space.

We live in lights like no other. We write to trances and mold Our breaths to the wells Within us. Our bones break during the Dances we rush through But they heal when our shoes Are set aside.