lies not in the consistency, but in the

glorious truth that water comes with

a choice.

Blood binds me, ties me to

nothing

and to

everything.

But it binds me, nonetheless.

Blood comes with baggage, with history,

with future, and with family arguments,

most of which are held in my head.

Blood comes with love and with pain and with

laughter

and

tears

and strangers who once were more

until they decided that sometimes

blood just isn’t thick enough.

Blood comes with a heavy responsibility

to remain loyal to what was in order

to maintain appearances because

it’s just easier to lie to ourselves

with strained smiles for our public

and save the bitching for when

the appropriate backs

are turned.

Blood comes with a silence so loud

that we must laugh louder

to drown out the sound of

words left unspoken.

So I choose water when blood remains

the only tie.

Because sometimes, blood just isn’t

thick enough.

***

I originally posted this poem in January of 2010 and came across it in my archives while on the hunt to find words worthy of a repost. Maybe I’ll be funny next week. For now, this is the inside of my head before the Prozac kicks in.

This is important because:

1) I look totally cute in it and…

2) This has been confirmed by total strangers commenting on my cuteness and because…

3) I found out after getting back to the hotel this past weekend that my hat is apparently a “poet style” hat. I swear to you that I had no idea when I purchased it. I was just going off of the fact that out of the million I tried on, this was the only one that I didn’t think I looked like a total jackass in when I saw my reflection. That, and The Husband didn’t point and laugh when I asked him what he thought about it. (Yeah, I know. He’s sweet like that.)

I. Have. a. Poet. Hat.

This amuses me beyond words and I may actually start wearing it when writing poetry. And you can bet your ass I’ll be online later searching for a Smart Ass Mama with a Hefty Side of Snark hat. You know, ‘cuz then I’ll be able to literally switch hats when necessary.

What do you think?

Day and Night

by

Pauline M. Campos

The difference between
Day and Night
Is only a shade of
Blue

Sky greets the
Day
Says hello to the
Sun
And accepts a hug from the
Clouds

Sky says
Goodnight
When the moon
Says hello
And the stars
Twinkle till light

wind dances across my cheeks

Flowers stand tall beneath the

sunshine before

stars

moon and night

clouds lay a blanket across my world

Seasons of my life pass quickly like

sand between my fingers

From Sark’s Juicy Journaling E-Program