Poetry: That’s Me in the Snow Globe
by Regina Wilson

On the forgotten windowsill
Glimpsing the heavens
Through cloudy plastic
Should only I bother
To look up.

We are saving pocket change
For a new dishwasher
Instead of repairing
That old, broken-down thing.
So for now I carry on dutifully
With suds and towel
At the sink.

Once I danced
And my heart beat proudly
And I sang giddy tunes
With my beloved in my arms
As waves pounded the sandy beach
In the moonlight.

Shed no tears because this is how
Life works, more often than not.
I remain grateful for the past, present, and
Promised future. Really. I mean it.
Just be careful not to shake my container
Too hard.