some days I look around me and see mountains
mountains of laundry
miles I’m dying to run
stuffed animals on the office floor
dog drool on the walls
mountains of wonder
how does she have it all together?
how does her house fit inside its seems
some days I’m back at the beach
there are blonde wooden blocks scattered
I see
inspiration, processes, planning, cultivating, stacking, making
yesterday’s foot-pad impaling lego is the door in a brilliant city
I see the eternally smudged garbage can lid and ehhh
move on
what life here in this home
some days I look around me and see mountains
moving mountains feels like being trapped.
like clamoring
dust
grease
hey
you
you!
hammered down today?
it’s ok
it’s going to be okay
because you’re doing great, you know
you’re doing great
tomorrow you can summit again
you’ll shield the blinding sun with your hand
and check out the wildflowers
curling among the cracks and crevices
