I’m so infatuated with the sky.

It’s like I never really saw it before,

And yet it’s the biggest thing in my life,

Maybe even the only thing I own.

This is my little patch of ground,

On 99 year lease from the government,

Unless a case for the domain becomes eminent, that is.

I plant the seeds for beans and mint,

Corn and basil,

And if I manage to live long enough, 

I’ll see the return.

But this is my sky!

Every inch of it!

No one can take it away from me!

My arms and hair fly up into it

When I dance.

I’m claiming it.

I plant the flag of my disposition 

Right in the apogee.

My flag is off-white,

But not quite a surrender, 

Not a desperate measure like abandonment , 

Or capitulation,

Just a retreat up into the blue,

So I can rest

And remember the answer 

To the question: Who am I?

But maybe this is how I can remember my true nature is imbued 

With the essential clarity and the enormous entirety 

Of the sky,

And maybe I can remain at peace with myself and others.

-jenn

 Being over the hill

Means something beautiful.

Now you have the chance to unlearn everything 

You struggled to know 

While you exerted yourself in climbing up.

None of that helps you, now, to coast 

Downward with grace.

Now, it will be best to let everything go to the dogs.

The only question is:

Do you go to the dogs gradually, 

Or all at once?

To answer that, 

Ask yourself another question: 

How fast do you want to begin 

To enjoy your life?

-jenn

 I called him up to see 

If he would like to go and have some tea

At a nice little place where there are palm trees 

Painted on the walls.

But he just wanted to FaceTime me

So he could show me

How he’d found a way

To change his own diapers.

Is nothing sacred, anymore,

Or has it become just like the days so long before,

That everything is?

-jenn

 People won’t resist the real you.

They can’t .

If your real heart is grumpy and gruff,

No matter what nice things you say,

People will stay away from you,

Unless they’re grumpy, too.

But if you’re truly kind at heart,

And smart enough to let it show

Through quiet ways 

So people know it’s true,

There will be nothing you can do

To keep everyone and everything 

From falling smackdab in love with you.

-jenn

 Sometimes I find feathers 

With words inscribed 

Between the lines,

Embedded in the designs,

Binary messages 

Of zeros and ones.

Truth can never hide for long.

It resides in the Fibonacci numerals,

The spirals that wind

From deep within the pine cone

Before it’s ever born.

One sided victories are never won,

Never ending battles beneath the sun

To hold what I can never keep,

What’s never been mine

And was never meant to be.

But maybe I can see my true power grow

From my own potentiality

Of the great fairness, gentleness, and humility

That lies inert, innate within me?

-jenn