We conquered
the snowcrete
and tornadoes
and endless days
—of no school —
and cabin fever.
Winter,
we've had
enough of you.
We made it!
We made it to spring.
We are here.
We survived.
On cue,
we are basking
in sunlight.
Come,
soak in the rays.
There, look at the
neon green grasses
peek up through
blizzard-dulled mulch.
Join me, as we
warm our exposed skin
on a breezy walk.
Feel the heat
on our closed lids.
Blessed Spirit of Nowruz.
Eid Mubarak.
Happy Spring Equinox.
We have made it through!
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!
