Here we are: the end of January.
The beginning of the year brings an influx of visions and sights and hopes and dreams. It’s an exhilarating time with fresh goals, new morning routines, the best intentions… and then the rest of January happens. In January, we realize, again, that we are still our same selves.
There’s a tension that happens in January between the person we are and the person we hope to be. Jonny and I spent most of January taking cold medicine and getting each other sick over and over again. My human frailty felt glaring this month when I could barely get out of bed except to make tea and then make tea again.
How am I supposed to take on the world when I can barely make it through a day?!
With my head in the clouds sometimes, it’s humbling to be limited by my own human-ness. So here’s my poem offering for January. This was one of those times that the poem came to me all at once and with no revision. It was a gift to me, and now I give it to you!
January – a reckoning I feel the Potential inside of me Built up, pent up, ready to burst Sparks here and there make their way out of my eyes, my mouth I see glimpses of the More I am destined to be Grasping at the impossible Impatient at the probable January - her call to sing notes I’ve never sung To color outside of the lines To blow furiously on the sparks until they are flames My unmet Potential standing up tall and wide against by my real, full, shriveling Self.
Thanks for reading,
Kimber Poon xx
Love your poem so much. It feels so relatable to me in a fresh way. Thank you!
PS: I LOVED your poem! Gma E.