To Return and Return and Return To

A poem for the places that call us back

Oh, January; what a month. I won’t lament the lack of snow again since I already did in last week’s newsletter (and thankfully, it has returned), but I still can’t shake the melancholy of the last month. I am doing my best to go easy on myself; I know there are many factors making things feel off for me. Pregnancy is the most obvious source of not feeling like myself in my own body, but it isn’t the only cause. I can feel a shift in my life, one I didn’t even experience when my son was born (or perhaps I was too distracted to notice). My friendships are changing, my sense of time is shifting. Everything feels a little raw.

It is in this tender space that I began writing this poem earlier in the month.