It's been that sort of day

Early summer evening home from college, I was all into writing poetry, taking classes with big name poets. Mom said to relax, have a beer. I took one up to my room and wrote a poem about plant growth as I looked out on the trees in the backyard through the screen on my window. I still hold onto that moment, the feeling of possibility as well as the pre-dinner beer buzz through which I experienced it.

Now, coming home from work stressed, sometimes I feel like I need a beer just to smile at my family. That isn't every night, but it is not infrequent. These are moments I don't think I will be holding onto, that I don't want to hold onto.