A piece of Jenny's mind

 I write, I cry
I listen to music, I breathe

I meditate, I lay on grass in my garden
and just be

I dig holes and pull weeds
I sing loudly in car

I turn music up loudly
and let bass
rumble through my chest

I give the day
a piece of my mind

usually behind closed doors
not as passive as people think

I walk thoughts become smaller
Leave myself somewhere behind me
and keep moving

I lift children
I sweat
I put things back where they belong

I cook something simple
wash plates
open a window

I make plans I may never follow
then follow one anyway
because sitting still catches up

I go outside seeking a reason
look at what is growing
remind myself
I remain