MARINARA

Tarnished and patched.
Frozen in red silence.
This horse of Athens.
Like how I’m feeling right now…
As I’m reminded that most of the “work” of living
Happens around what we categorize as “our work”.
Family unspokens rising into their vocalized colors.
Hands to heart to continuously reinforce trust in my center
As the emotions of today undulate like jellyfish.
Time to transmute my dance of confused anger and liberation
Into some marinara.