Jam and Toast (Raquel)
September 2, 2009 by sharppointythings
Today for breakfast I had jam on my toast. Margary had minor emergency with her jam, because the giant chunk of fruit that came out of the jam jar with the jam only balanced so-so on top of the toast. I found her large, sticky chunk of jam/fruit (don’t worry, it was just on her chair) and rebalanced it on top of her toast.
As I licked the sticky residue off my fingers I realized something: I’m eating sugar! Six months ago, that incident would initiated a sigh and trip to the sink lest I accidentally ingest a half gram of sugar. Besides that, I actually got to put jam on my toast this morning. On purpose!
Yesterday I started writing a poem in my head while driving, and wrote it down at a couple of stoplights and in a waiting room, which made me feel very artsy. 
Just found out
there’s a blue sky today
world keeps humming
maybe I’ll hum along
Well, maybe I can’t fly
but the sun’s shining down
the clouds are flying high
Just found out
I’m not going down
today’s a day to be alive
and maybe I can’t fly
but if I try real hard
maybe I can dance
and if I let it go
forget to think so hard
watch the clouds
and feel the sun
I know that I can dance
I like this!
This is one of those poems that makes me go, “Ah! That’s how I felt, and what it meant.” It also makes me feel that way again.