#KeepFamiliesTogether

"Hey America, Keep Families Together!"
Signs a group of people was holding over a bridge on the highway while waving an American flag.


Right now, we have a crisis 
in this country. Families are 
arriving in at the border 
are being held like criminals. 
Children are being ripped away 
from their parents are being put 
into foster homes like stray dogs.

No one is keeping track 
of where these kids are put 
around the country. There are 
no receipts or paperwork to 
inform parents where their children 
went when arriving in the country 
expecting better than the home they left.

These children cry at night, staring up 
at ceilings they do not know, tears 
streaming down their tired cheeks like 
rain, yearning for their families they're 
unsure they will ever see again.

Sunday Rain

The last Sunday of spring brought a downpour of rain.
I looked outside to see the earth flooded with water
so suddenly. It came down like cats and dogs. Even
when it was over, everything stayed wet for a few
more hours. Hints of summer rain, inklings of what's
to come in the forthcoming afternoons these next few
months. Every gray cloud must be taken into question.

The earth is green in preparation for summer. The
transition happened when everyone was distracted by
life's little interactions that no one remembers. But
now there's social media to display all the blooming 
flowers to people who don't care to see a variety of
plant colors. Though, people like as they scroll through
their feed of news and puppies and terrible things.

The rain helps bring the earth back to life. The 
vibrancy of bright colors with yellow, green, and pink
captures the eye's curiosity. The red on a flower and the red
on a berry is illuminating from afar that up closer I 
question if I'm really seeing. Sundays are for reflecting 
and reorganizing for the week to come. Yesterday was parting
ways with a beautiful season as we enter into the hot one.

Lost in My Thoughts

The days where I'm lost in my own thoughts, 
time seems to speed up. This has been happening
for years, where I'm creating stories in my head
that I forget what I'm supposed to be doing. You
would think as a writer, I would try to write them
down. But some stories weren't meant to have words,
they were meant to stay in my head to entertain me
while waiting for more interesting stories to come
around. They're filler stories that are more fun to
imagine than to actually figure out. They may be
based on an already existing story or be completely
made up. I have many of them swirling around at one
time and I'm capable of jumping back and forth to
add to what I have come up with. With these stories,
I don't try to crack the code. I only play around
with different combinations, knowing I'll never
figure them out. Which is good because I'm free
to imagine these stories without the pressure
of writing them down.

The Jumping Off Point

It's the jumping off point
that's always the scariest.
You don't know what will come
from taking a chance. You don't
know that waking up in a new place
within a new time zone and strangers
all around will cause you to do. Will
you adjust? Meet new people? Write that
story you've always wanted to  write? Find a
harder mountain to climb?
The
possibilities
seem
endless.