While on my walk the other day, I was reminiscing about my favorite memories with my friends in Portland and wrote this. I’m not sure if this is a poem or an essay, but I see it more as a recollection.
Happy & Sad:
Once, not too many moons ago, I woke up in Portland, Oregon, the day after my 25th birthday.
After being locked up for more than a year, every sight, sensation vibration was otherworldly to me.
That day, a heat wave had overtaken the city, and my childhood friends and I drove through the forest, vibrant and serene, to a river more than an hour outside Portland.
When I jumped in, the water was so cold my nerve endings begged me to get out, but my heart disobeyed this command.
On the river bank, we ate the food we had purchased with EBT.
The water glistened
The laughter echoed through the woods, and I felt the happiest I had in a long time.
The sediment and earth turned my pin-straight hair wavy, and for those few hours, I was a fairy nymph…
This was my kingdom.
