Yesterday I idly wished I had multicolored socks -
not only the happy feet socks facebook and
instagram consistently push on me but
socks, warm and maybe plaid or
striped but yes - those and solid
in a variety of different colors
Oz socks of many shades
emerald, yellow, blue gingham, ruffles
socks that make me laugh
socks that lose their partners
socks that fray, unceasingly
socks with holes, whole socks and
holy socks
This morning I inexplicably reached deep in between
the flannel sheets with different colored
cats with all lengths of whiskers
on my bed. mattress and linens empty
all summer when I wasn't
sliding between them. Instead,
I deserted my bed more than four long
months ago,
Yet today in one arm’s pounce I discovered
my long ago sleeping self
wiggled a pair fluffy fuschia socks with
black and polka dots
from my sleeping feet
My wish for socks, blessed, heard, received
My past self knew better
than to find them then, when they were first missing -
So that who I have become now
would remember
I am always taking care of
every iteration of me
the grouchy adolescent, the standing ovation receiving speaker, the activist for refugees, the award winning actor, the advocating mom, the griever, the forgotten child, the caretaker, the poet, the lonely, feeling broken woman who simply wants warm fluffy socks
I am always standing by, loving and
witnessing, watching, holding
every iteration of me
even when it feels like no one
else.....
is.
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Julie JordanScott is a poet, sock-lover, creativity coach, poet performer and artist of life currently living in a manse in Northwest New Jersey. She welcomes your comments and your participation in a multitude of online programs, courses and individually crafted in person retreats & workshops. Send an email to her mailto:[email protected]
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