Sierra V. Fedorko

I cast my vote,
then
my cares upon
the Lord,
so I return to my dinner
plans
and having conversations
in the grocery store.
I join the laughter of
my happy
children,
feel the baby kick
within,
and I can sense
her enthusiasm
for life outside
the womb.
(I’m excited for you
too.)
I cut blooms from the garden
for our thrifted coffee
table,
set aside the details
for our Thanksgiving
party,
there’s nothing new under
the sun, I murmur
but I look out my window
again,
and I recall how
flowers
under that same sun
also
always grow.

-S.V.F.