So Far In This First Year

2017
Venessa Fuentes

The cloud is not interested in you.

Unglued

you prefer
even more than normal
to stay home
No backyard cookouts
No sunburns at the beach
No birthday parties in the park. Table set with
dinner plates and
sweaty cocktail glasses call you
to laugh with your toes-in-the-grass full life.
Since last winter, summer
your forever favorite
feels like a dare. You are
mostly okay but unglued and
ask the cloud
why it sailed on
silent
on that cold, crow-thick Christmas night
without telling you

Light, so far
in this first year, doesn’t hod the shape
you’re used to.Neither does sleep, or music
or muscle memory.
Still, there are divine iries, climbing
pea tendrils and peony; batsgliding wild
at dusk. There is still coffee on the 
front porch on a Saturday morning
There Is laughter and there are times where
you let yourself shine. And there is still
this park
the ducklings
the crush of green
the trees that remember you at your brightest.

You will give off a new glow when you are ready.