Usually, when the alarm clock
screams for attention, I roll my
eyes and ease out of the warmth
of blankets and dreams.
There’s dread for what screaming
parents and life events will
happen during morning coffee.
Or what I’ll find in the office.
I never stop wanting more…
I scan the horizon on the hour,
looking for tattered sailcloth
in the distance. When I quiet
my breath, I can hear the ocean.
I grew up slathered in sunscreen,
digging my toes into soft sand,
and avoiding drowning.
My sister made me promise,
last month, when I couldn’t
speak for crying, to walk
in the summer Florida rain.
To go to the gym on hard days,
to trade depressed mornings for
sweat-slicked treadmills and
the perpetual sunrise.
So this is why: we choose the
good each time, even when it
arrives without shine or fanfare.
For each other, we are here.