project look up – after

Sometimes I get really sad,
And then I look up to the sky
To try and smile and laugh again,
Instead of sob, or wonder why.

I’m out of words, elaborate, long
Instead I only have my eyes
To occupy and then distract,
To laugh, instead of weep or cry.

I’m no artist, nor no muse
I’ve just someone standing by
While clouds and trees collect above,
Reflected in my teary eyes.

By Eleanor Jackson

Eleanor Jackson is a Filipino Australian poet, performer, arts producer, cyclist, writer, gal about town, feminist, freewheeler, and friend.

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