A birthday in May

A random comment sparks my thoughts

A backyard Magnolia

Oh, to have a birthday in May, the month of flowers emerging fresh & supple from newly-warmed earth, the month of gentle breezes, baby dew-dropped leaves, & a sun more boastful than watery. A month when the world is awakening, eyes bright with promise & hope. A comfortable month, a near-perfect month.

But I was born in March, the month of tossing & turning, a two-faced month full of turbulence & insecurities with few moments of clarity. Questions fall hard & fast, collecting like the squirrel-eaten magnolias in my backyard. The rageful wind blows so hard it rattles my bones & my brain and all the rattling makes me think. I’d rather be shaken by storms than lie still under blue skies.

Well. Sometimes, anyway.