Given the circumstance
Of my existence,
I count my blessing
On the tip of each toe
To conceal with in my
Sneakers,
Along with the lunch money
No one will ever find.
Given the circumstances
In which I live;
Sunrise
Sunset
Sunrise
Sunset
Waxing and
Waning moons-
I resent all walls
For the sheer audacity of their
Remaining so solemnly solid.
I resent all ceilings
For their inane way
Of keeping the rain from my hair,
And the sun
From my skin:
Ceiling fans, for
Their melancholy attempt
To recreate the sensation of a cool breeze.
-Paola C. Tavarez