Hello! Happy last day of April!
I spent most of April being a tourist.
Jonny’s sister’s family came to visit us in Austin for the eclipse (WAY cooler than I expected), and just this last weekend, my brother and his wife came to visit. In between, some friends and I romped around New York City and ate to our heart’s content.
It was a busy month, and a fun month, and weather-wise, it was simultaneously gloomy and warm… April weather is weird. T.S. Eliot describes April as the “cruellest month.”
When I sit down to capture my monthly poem, I try to tune in to the vibe that the month brings. Usually, after a while, some ideas arrive. But April was different. Again and again, I kept coming up short. Was April joyful? Was it gloomy? Was it moody? Was it fabulous?
In the end, I decided to use my poem to explore that feeling of my unattachment to April (no offense to her). I quite like it. :)
I’d love to hear about what your April was like. What do you think the vibes of April are? Any April lovers out there? Am I missing something?
April
I walked through April like I walk through a market. Holding a certain detachment, I grazed booths of trinkets, oddities, pottery. Diligently, I smelled candles I wouldn’t buy, glanced at fresh-cut flowers I wouldn’t take home, tasted the jams and salsas with no remorse, chatted with the bee keepers and the squash growers and heard their scripts with false consideration.
Being nobody’s fool, I touched everything I could. I bought nothing.
Thanks for reading,
(P.S. you can read last month’s poem here!)
Loved every word you said about April! Would have never thought about it in such a unique way! BUT a poet sees things from a forever fresh slant! 😊
Haha, how creative to think of April as your time browsing in a market. That never would have occurred to me, but I love it! So well written, Kimber.