Shoulds...
Savannah, GA, 2009

So this is it What it feels like
To be fully free
To be fully alone
For anything to be possible
I sit on a red, cracked leather arm-chair
At a Savannah café
With Spanish moss hanging off trees
With light jumping off magnolia leaves
My feet rest on a wooden chair
And I sit within myself
Content
Still
Alive

“I should…” used to be in my vocabulary
I seemed to make up endless lists of shoulds
R. pointed that out to me
Right now, I could create endless list of shoulds
I should be working
I should be in a relationship
I should be living in one place
I should be planning for my future
I should be settled
I should, I should, I should
But I instead deeply KNOW
That all I should is continue being responsible for me
And as long as my actions don’t hurt others
Then all those shoulds
Are for others to struggle under

A woman with broken dark teeth
Wearing leopard print from head to toe
Walks by outside the café
Carrying paper grocery bags .

 



 

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