I wake up exhausted
having run through what seems
like millions of miles.

Over, under, through,
around clouds,
touching sun and stars.

Speaking with ancestors
residing in heaven,
hell and purgatory.

Ancestors who know me
better than I know
all my selves.

Ancestors who are
more helpful than relatives
residing on earth.

Living family exists
for the amusement of those
who look up or down

and are reminded
why they are
where they are

or get a much needed
moment of comic relief
in a otherwise mundane universe.

 

Janet Cormier is a painter, writes prose and poetry, and performs comedy. JC prefers different and original over pretty. She loves collecting stuff, but cleaning not so much. Janet also talks to strangers. A lot. Her column appears weekly on Oddball Magazine.