Squares and Squares

I met with a woman who had my name.

I hadn’t seen her in 10 years. She told

me we grew to be yin and yang—same

girls, now a glowing twenty six years old.

Recall my youth; all our dumb rendezvous.

I missed my tenacity to create.

Sometimes it takes a childhood friend to

tell you, “there is power in a blank slate.”

With her finger rid of Ring, we baptized

each other as artists. I think dearly

of how we reminisced. ”Prioritize

your joy, I believe in you, sincerely.”

Strength in the soft and tender in the tough,

still learning to believe we’re good enough.