Lourdes’ Weekly Poetry Corner

April 21, 2023 • Written by Lourdes Hernandez

Confused

When I was three feet tall, I’d put on my father’s heavy prescription and walk around the house.
Climbing the hills and valleys as they formed on the hardwood floor.
I’d imagine I was on the moon. My parents begged me to stop, warning it’d worsen my vision.
But I think it was because it was always 4am.

I used to throw my head back on the swings and let
Gravity confuse me
Oh, the joy of being disoriented
Spinning and twirling
Flying and falling

I once dreamt I blipped out of my bed two feel to the left and fell
Down the side of the building and
Oh, how that dream excited me

We are all sitting on this spinning rock among the stars
Inherently we are heavenly
And I feel closest to the magic I was spawned from with my head tipped back
And my vision blurred by wicked movement

And so again, I must find my fathers heavy prescription
And walk on the moon