how to pay attention
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Day 134 | wish you were here you are by Rachel Zucker
wish you were here you are
Rachel Zucker
time isn’t the same for everyone there is
science behind this when you fly into space
you’re not experiencing time at the same rate
as someone tethered to Earth & someone
moving quickly experiences time at a slower rate
even on Earth so as I run through Central Park
at a speed not much faster than walking but slightly
I am shattering fields of time around me
& experiencing time differently from those I pass
last night I saw my son’s adult self &
in the same moment toddler self this really
happened he was playing “Wish You Were Here”
by Pink Floyd on his electric guitar & feeling it
he’s 11 & in between 2 kinds of time on the verge
of worlds I think we are too you & I who are old
young women it’s not all ‘downhill from here’ we are
here you are & I am & this beautiful moment our sons
Day 119 | Spring by Chloe Honum
Spring
Chloe Honum
Mother tried to take her life.
The icicles thawed.
The house, a wet coat
we couldn’t put back on.
Still, the garden quickened,
the fields were firm.
Birds flew from the woods’
fingertips. Among the petals
and sticks and browning fruit,
we sat in the grass and
bickered, chained daisies, prayed.
All that falls is caught. Unless
it doesn’t stop, like moonlight,
which has no pace to speak of,
falling through the cedar limbs,
falling through the rock.
how to pay attention 