Remember this day

My sister and I have reached 100 poems. Writing them has become such an essential part of my day, like a cup of tea in the morning or brushing my teeth at night, I can't imagine stopping. This is one of my favorites that I wrote last month. It was inspired by the poem "Be a weed" from Late Migrations by Margaret Renkl.


Remember this day

When the news feels like a blanket twisted around your head
and you are starting to panic
and lose hope that there’s a way out
to a world where everyone can breathe
Remember this day
with the kissing breeze a feather weight
tousling each bush of leaves
under the cap of morning
with the June sun so brilliant and crisp
now a soft yolk slipping
off the plate of late afternoon
with the backyard tree stretching its arms
to dance with you
across the strobed ballroom of evening
Remember this day
Remember to be
the breeze, the sun, the tree


© 2020 Amy Wolgemuth Bordoni