Watsonville Dunes©Carla Williams-Namboodiri, 2020

Sometimes I wake up, smiling at the sun

Clear my eyes and look up to the whispers

Of clouds, the rustle of waves


Sometimes I forget the plan, the date

All runs by me

Time unfolding in chaos and confusion:

What’s next, what matters?


Sometimes, I comb my hair

Otherwise, a scarf comes easy to me

Who is going to know different?


Mute the audio and the video

No zest for Zoom

Cancel all meetings

None of it matters



Missing hugs and hand holds,

Maybe talking face-to-face

And hearing live music

At barbecues with friends

Laughter in a room full of kids


Looking forward and backward

Not a thing seems right

Because we got it all wrong

And maybe it should all fall down


Sometime soon

We may do some good

By nature

By mistake


©Carla Williams-Namboodiri, 2020

             A former newspaper and magazine editor, Carla Williams-Namboodiri has taught Social Studies and English for 14 years in Oakland. She has served as a co-coordinator for BAWP’s Professional Collaboration Network. Some of her writing has appeared in BAWP’s Digital Paper, Still Crazy and Poetry Express.

One Response to “Sometimes by Carla Williams-Namboodiri”

  1. K.Land Says:

    The ending is so strong “by nature/by mistake.” At once ominous and hopeful. Your poem certainly “does some good,” capturing the uncertainty of “what matters”, the “no zest for zoom,” the “forget[ting] of the plan.”

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