I Am Cynthia

I am Cynthia.

Owner of grey tabby cat, stretching

her paws in front of herself like she owns

my lap, staring at the blinking cursor

of my screen as it pounds letters and

spaces and thoughts and images

into a digital existence

I am Cynthia.

St. Augustine's peacock

forever homed at the fountain of youth

white feathers spread as a tapestry of memories

to the ones who gaze down at their children

remember their time of pure innocence.

I am Cynthia.

5 pm Orlando summer sky,

clouds gathered in dark blue-grey

storm every day for thirty days straight

lightning crashes into earth's crust

like a million burning ovens.