one step at a time

i feel like the lifestyle we afford
is for the privileged few in the world
who are then stolen from as days go by

.. time, you know how i harp on about it..
always slipping away like a last breath, is one
of those things that means we can only be
one place at a time. we’re not ‘only’ finite, we are fully
finite in our abilities to accomplish

i wish folk wouldn’t pressure me to be more than one
finite girl
and that i wouldn’t demand others to be more than they
are

maybe you have to be more than ‘two’ according to others
but you’re only one, and that’s the unique way God made us all

beautiful to have a boundary here and there…

I have two beds
And two bedrooms
Two different houses
Two fathers
And two mothers.

I have two eyes

And two hands
Two feet
And two arms
But I cannot be
In two different places
At the same time.

by Laura Castillo…… i borrowed this poem from another blog- scott