Little Things: June 2017

Tuesday, June 20, 2017

What I Think About: An Answer to Your Question

A Poem by Brigid Cooley

The statistical probability of failure.

The way the ocean laps against the beach every moment; all the time.

Words that rhyme, and words that don't.

How close the end of the summer is.

How I sometimes have to tiptoe to reach the things that I want.

What I will be doing tomorrow.

What I will be doing in 5 years.

What I will be doing when I am 57.

How the world is so broken and how I feel like I have to fix it.

The fact that I can't fix this broken world by myself.

Every second, 2 people die.

Every second, 4 people are born.

The glass is only half full.

The plan.

The lack of plan.

Missed opportunities.

Mistakes that I regret.

What the correct choice is.

The second star to the right.

Someone who could be wicked, but wouldn't.

The Poem in Which I Kiss a Boy

A Poem by Brigid Cooley

I kept my eyes open at first.

He doesn't know that.

I had to, in order to believe that it was real.

When I closed my eyes, I laughed into his lips.

Starry Night

A Poem by Brigid Cooley

My eyes keep darting from freckle to freckle, like I'm trying to solve some sort of connect-the-dots.

There is a whole galaxy in your eyes,

speckled constellations on your cheeks.

I can't even imagine how beautiful your mind is; the Aurora Borealis in motion.

You are a universal beauty.

Black holes, meteors, shooting stars, and all.

I am only hoping that one day, I will no longer be looking up at you through my telescope;

that one day, our solar systems will collide.