When you woke up today, did you think of yourself as performing for someone?
Are you on a showcase for superstars?
A new reality of your own to make shine...
What if you reached up to grab at your knees
pull them inside your chest, caving;
the carving of anatomical complexities, just wide to imagine.
Open your mouth and let the air flow in
like a falling star from gravity
entering beyond orbit
into lungs, beating heart -- a hobby.
I breathe, to make myself more useful.
A hobbyist. Open large, exhale loud -- a hobby.
Just an action to a reaction to an action, deliberate or not.
Talked on the phone today
heard from mom and dad. They seemed to want to care today.
Seemed to feel the need to understand
their daughter, a living entity all on her own,
a living victory of their mismatched seeds.
A final exam of master-hood.
Yet, still my breath to them -- a hobby.
- Jessica M. Wilson