I am
productive
not overwhelmed
I am
even
at times bored.
I am okay
but wonder
is there more?
I am steady
climbing up,
climbing down
breathing
sitting
being
sleeping
It’s all new
this space around,
above,
beneath
between
Yet–
I know it
all
inside out
I am memories sweeping by
I am dreams filling up
I am floating
these calm waters
steady
steady
steady
swim.
Sonia Chintha is an Indian American writer who lives in the Washington DC area. She blogs, writes poetry, and fiction. She is also an English teacher who believes that our experiences teach us more than any test. She is the founder and co-editor of Good Little Girls.
Recently I had a short conversation with someone dear to me about how she felt that she had “pigged out” that day. As I comforted
all the pieces they add up—to desires, deep yearnings of belongings that are not mine to have they hover, slap me with icy fingers, each
Sweet, silky plantain, creamy cinnamon custard massage my tongue. It’s new and addictive and comforting. A dull headache lingers reminding me that I am now