morning poem

poem and photos by Kalin Alberts
February 1, 2009

Kalin is one of my youngest sisterfaces. We're over ten years apart in age, but it never feels that way when we talk. Age plays so little a part in relating to any of my sisters, even as the oldest. I'm so incredibly proud of her, of all of them. I watch them grow older and become more and more themselves: make friends, create, follow their paths, and their wisdom and beauty inspire me so much. I could go on and on and on, but i'll let her words speak for themselves. i'm also formatting another piece she wrote with more photos that i'll post later.


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Morning Poem

Morning
I liked the narration playing in my head
For once,
everything was pretty because it was untouched
The world was sleeping
Except for me
No cars
No people
No one to treat me any differently
Squirrels didn’t get out of my way
I’m up and I’m thinking
My mind will not
Stop thinking
It was the excessive thoughts of teenage marvel keeping me awake
I am not a morning person
Yet I find my tennis shoes hitting the pavement
2 ½ miles without stopping
I’ve never come so far
I could feel the sweat on my forehead and my knees yearning to bend
They wanted to snap
They shared this feeling with my entire body
It’s been different lately
Difficult
My mind won’t quit
It won’t let me go and I want to let go
But I want to keep going
The sun was blazing in my eyes and I liked it
“Did you want me to change?
Well I'd change for good”
Coldplay.
kept my legs moving
I wanted to keep going though
The second I hit my porch I tore my shirt off
Laying on the concrete my back felt the coldness
My stomach moving up
and down
Up
and back down


My headphones taken out now and I could hear
everything.
Or maybe I was just finally
listening.
There were water droplets hanging off of the grass blades
I wondered why
Dew.
Do's that so many people forget to do
They forget to look
Forget to listen
Let this all pass them by:
Life
But I ran to see the world as it was when people slept
And it was better
I was better
I didn’t care
It didn’t matter that
I threw my hair up
that my clothes didn’t match
that my face was like a stone
or that my breathing was hard
These beautiful things that people miss
I saw
I didn’t run for my weight
I ran to make my mind stop
It didn’t,
clearly
5:45 AM
It felt good
My sequence of picture taking didn’t stop after the dew
But it ended with a picture of just my shadow
And maybe,
that meant something