A Poem about a part of speech
prepositions
have been a part of me
since the 6th grade
still remember
like she said I would
that 4 foot 5 inch little teacher
who showed me the world
was at my fingertips
and I could say all the things
by writing
and using
the phrases that would take me
into the future
over that hurdle
through the muck
around the bend
aboard a ship
above the ground
amid the chaos
behind the scenes
between the moments
during the times
inside my mind
under until up upon the ideas
with all the phrases coming together
without end
Saturday
weekends when I
roast beets
eat greens
bake bread
bring joy to my soul
the nesting at home
with Spotify
going loud and strong
in the background
typing
words onto a screen
magazines and books
strewn across the couch
nothing to do nowhere to go
the post run endorphins
calm my mind
and
fresh squeeze the juice of
creativity