It comes together
with multiple hands
several visions
many iterations.
Some flags
an assemblage
of wood scraps
and a drill.
Americana
waving stripes
and stars
we celebrate
the idea
the ideals
while still working
towards something
more perfect.
While we are striving
always striving
it is okay
once in a while
to take a pause
enjoy the way
that lights falls upon
a bowl of summer berries
and the angle
of a dangling banner
and just be of place
in grace
before the march goes on.
Poet, writer, photographer and slightly distracted day-dreamer who muses on (gestures at everything) from the petty to the profound. On a semi-serious, fully earnest search for meaning in the mayhem. Perimenopausal, melanin-deprived, irony-enhanced recovering perfectionist Type A+ millennial woman. She balances the ever-continuing quest to Know Better/Do Better, with the distinct ego-death of parenting a smart, full-throated child who was raised to know the power of her voice. Mothering a teen means catching a side-eye in almost every interaction. Diana navigates the minutiae of everyday life through seeking the magical in the mundane. Follow along and laugh with her as the world flames out!
