Everyone talking about double standards raises awareness about their existence and does nothing to actually fix them. We hear about double standards when it comes to “teacher’s pets,” the treatment of student-athletes, and expectations for what is considered to be appropriate professional attire for males and females. So, at one point or another, we pick a side. Maybe we believe that it is okay to judge females by their physical appearances while evaluating males solely on their personalities. Maybe we believe that it is OK for a student-athlete facing criminal allegations to be permitted to play the entire season without any repercussions. Maybe we believe all of this. Most likely we do not. We understand the problem, yet still we permit and— in some cases— encourage these double standards to keep appearing in our society. There have been multiple events this month alone that have featured some of the different types of society’s double standards on both professional and collegiate levels. On Nov. 16, Karl Stefanovic, co-host of the Australian Today show, sparked a worldwide discussion when he revealed, “I’ve worn the same suit on air for a year… to make a point. Women are judged much more harshly and keenly for what they do, what they say and what they wear,” taking a creative stand against society’s double standard for male and female appearances. While Stefanovic wore the same exact suit for each broadcast, entirely unknown to his audience, his female co-host was constantly criticized for her attire. Since the initial reveal of this disturbing truth, the Internet has been inundated with responses. Amy Rorke, from the Twitter handle @honeyandabee, tweeted at Stefanovic applauding his protest: “Good job Karl. Sometimes the loudest messages don’t need a speech.” I agree with Rorke, they do not need a speech, but they do need a discussion. The Australian Today Show, @TheTodayShow tweeted about Stefanovic’s experiment as well, writing, “talking about these things is how you change and challenge the culture.” In a culture where double standards have sadly become the norm, sparking this discussion is more important than ever—especially when society’s standards can potentially lead to danger for other members of society and our specific communities. Another double standard revisited by the media this month was that of student-athlete privilege. This past Saturday, one of the biggest rivalries in college football, University of Miami and Florida State University, faced off at the biggest game of the season. However, unfortunately the conversations leading up to the game were full of topics that strayed from the typical weighing of the offensive and defensive line’s strengths and weaknesses. Florida State University’s superstar quarterback, Jameis Winston, was facing alleged criminal charges two years ago, and still has not had his student disciplinary hearing to discuss them with his university. According to FSU’s literature for student rights and responsibilities, any student who has allegedly violated the Student Conduct Code must set up an appointment for a disciplinary hearing within five days of receiving the alleged charge. This policy is enforced in every case a student is allegedly accused of committing a crime that breaks the Student Conduct Code. Well, in every case except that of a superstar student-athlete, so it seems. In mid-October of this year, the Florida State University fraternity Phi Kappa Alpha was temporarily barred from affiliation with the university due to its alleged connection to a rape case that occurred just over a month ago. The entire organization has been restricted from participating in any on or off campus events, holding chapter meetings, serving on the FSU Interfraternity Council Executive Board, participating in intermural or using university facilities, all of which was stated in a letter from Rachel Bukanc, the director of the FSU Office of Student Rights and Responsibilities. In Winston’s case, the possibility of receiving such a letter has been pushed back multiple times over the course of two years as he still has yet to undergo an initial student disciplinary hearing. The current date for the hearing was set last month to be on Dec. 1, conveniently after the conference championship game and allowing Winston to be eligible for the 2015 NFL draft. While a fraternity facing the same alleged charges as the star student-athlete is temporarily not even permitted on campus, Winston has not been permitted to play in every game. His hearing was most recently pushed back on Nov. 12, and the decision received a lot of backlash on the Internet. The New York Times Sports section, @NYTSports, tweeted the objective statement “Jameis Winston’s statement is postponed” with a link to an article breaking the news. This tweet, along with many others just like it, received a multitude of commentary criticizing the school such as “where is the NCAA talking about Florida State losing “institutional control” over this football program?” tweeted by John R. Ewing from the handle @jackewingjr. In less than 140 characters Ewing has unearthed the fact that student-athlete privilege blatantly exists at the university. In this concise statement, Ewing has sparked a discussion of his own. The preferential and treatment of convenience shown toward Winston, both a student and athlete at FSU, does not only lack justice but also goes against the well-drawn out policy of the school—showing that double standards on the college level are just as prominent as in the professional world. Stories such as these make one wonder where society has continued to allow double standards to impede on the just and safe society we strive to be. Of course it is a shame that a woman’s style is occasionally off, but should she be judged and criticized while her male co-host’s style is completely ignored? It is similarly a shame that an iconic and talented student-athlete has been charged with an alleged crime, but it is even more shocking and shameful for this student’s university and to continuously postpone and dismiss this due to his success on the field. It seems like now is the time more than ever to stop judging people based on stereotypes and double standards. It is time for society to get off the sidelines, transform these discussions into actions, throw out the old standards and create new ones. Now is the time to equalize the playing field once and for all. stay classy! xx
About a week ago, I walked through Chelsea on a particularly chilly fall night. Dazed and smiling, I walked past a few carts of street vendors until I realized what was happening. The scent of Christmas in New York City was back. Smelling the roasted sugary nuts mixed with the distinct scent of cold air, I immediately glanced around for someone dressed in a Santa suit or at least Will Ferrell dressed as an elf. Honestly, I'm not usually one to get roped into the holidays a month early. In fact, I’m known to complain about this to anyone in my general surroundings. I get frustrated with how early stores start to break out the holiday décor — Christmas decorations are out before all the Halloween candy has been finished. But, this year I’m not going to let this excessive materialism turn me into a pre-Christmas scrooge. How could I be so cynical when I live in the most beautiful city in the world? NYC makes it so easy to fall in love with winter. Note that this is coming from a New Jersey native who has always hated the cold, snow and everything that comes along with it. I hate wearing puffy coats, snow boots, scarves and gloves. Yet, NYC romanticizes winter with style and class, which is hard to find anywhere else. So maybe I am excited to break out my sweaters and winter coats. It is definitely not beach attire, but I’ve started to warm up to the idea. Since starting at Fordham last fall, and remaining in the city throughout the summer, I’ve spent more time in NYC than ever. I’ve experienced the city in every season, and can say with full certainty that as winter approaches, the city transforms. Winter in NYC is truly magical. I was walking down Fifth Avenue last week and passed a street full of striking, beautifully decorated buildings. Across the street from one another, Tiffany & Co. and Harry Winston have been bejeweled from the inside out. Not only were the in-store displays stunning, but the outside decorations, a background drapery of an orange sunset and the Fifth Avenue clock, reminded me why this holiday season was the best of the whole year. It’s not just the decorations that make me fall in love with winter in NYC. It is the overall sparkle of the city and the excitement that takes over the streets just like the seasonal tourists. It’s the stream of snowflake lights that glitter on the trees above Madison Avenue. It’s the cheerful mood, the increased family time, the Rockefeller Center Tree and ice-skating in Bryant Park. Embracing the cold, although still tentatively, I can easily get into the holiday spirit with these reminders of how lucky I am to live in a city as great as New York. stay classy (& warm)! xx Previously published in The Fordham Ram.
Striking a pose on the runway in my first look of the night. Makeup:BareMinerals. Hair:Tresseme. Outfit: Boohoo.uk One of my biggest inspirations has always been the wisdom of Eleanor Roosevelt. So much of the adversity that she faced in her life is something that most women will face during theirs as well. Like all great and powerful women, Roosevelt perceived the challenges in her life as learning experiences. And like all true role models, Roosevelt used these lessons to help other women overcome similar obstacles. Her unfaltering belief in herself makes her a timeless and incredibly special inspiration. She once said, “you must do the thing you think you cannot do.” Did I ever think that I would find myself walking a runway in platform heels in front of over 500 people, many of which are from today’s most popular magazines — never. But when the opportunity came up to apply to be a model did I simply ignore the possibility of it because I was afraid and inexperienced? Nope. If there is anything that I have learned it is that if you reach out to the universe, it will respond to you. With just the act of expressing interest in doing something challenging or frightening that you would not normally do, you will receive the guidance that you need to get you there. Walking down the runway at NYC College Fashion Week was one of the most empowering experiences that I have had. The Santos Party House had been set up so that the audience, which was full of fashion bloggers and magazine editors, was in front of and surrounding the runway. This way the clothing would be visible from all angles. As guests started arriving they were ushered into the pre-show party, which featured make-up tutorials by BareMinerals professionals, hair-do’s by Tressemé, a brow bar by the European Wax Center and professional headshots and cocktails. The other models and I were able to attend an hour of the pre-party, standing out in the casual clothes we had come in though we’d already been through hair and makeup for the show. Before we knew it we were ushered backstage once again to go over a final accessory check and get into our outfits for the first look. I was in two of the three featured looks, which required a quick outfit and hair change once I got off the runway from my first catwalk. We had rehearsed catwalks and poses earlier that day, however upon going out on the runway for real that night we still did not have the slightest clue as to what music we would be walking to. The first look was a military-inspired style, to which we walked to Lorde and Florence and the Machine. My hands were shaking as were my legs, however I looked out into the crowd and embraced the energy. Embraced the camera’s that were right in front of my nose and the smiles and criticizing countenances on the people sitting below me. I focused on how blessed I was to be there, and how this was an experience that I would never forget. My perception of time while on the runway was nonexistent. I moved with the audience’s reactions and the beat of the music. For my second look, after the hairdressers from Tressemé braided strings of leather into my hair, I was the first model to walk. As if this does not sound intimidating enough, it was me who had to set the time for the entire Woodlander scene — full of fall trends. I tried to relax as I went through the motions of each pose in my head, still waiting backstage for my cue. The model director ushered me out into the spotlight with less than a 30 second warning, but when I heard Taylor Swift’s “Shake It Off” blast over the speakers my nerves were instantly put at ease. Halfway down the runway I shed the plaid wool coat that had been designed as part of my look and stared comfortably into the cameras that seemed to come closer and closer to me from the end of the runway. Then it was over. All of the models and directors came out for the finale. More pictures were taken, and the runway was emptied. I had done something that I never thought I would get the opportunity to do. I let my self-confidence shine in front of hundreds and hundreds of the most important people in the fashion industry. I had seized an opportunity and made the most of it. I applaud Ms. Roosevelt for living this way her whole life— and I plan on continuing to embody it in the rest of mine, with one alteration. I believe with my heart and soul that one should not just do the things that they think they cannot, but that one should go after these things. That one should be hungry to experience the things that at one point or another he or she has told his or herself that they will never have the chance to do. I believe that we should all seek out the things that we think we cannot do, and then have an amazing time proving ourselves wrong. Check out more photos from CFW in the Photo Album :) stay classy! xx
Landmark Renaissance buildings, cocktails and couture,
makeovers and Baked by Melissa- College Fashion Week has officially
kicked off in NYC — and guess who was selected to be one of the 16
college women to model in the NYC CFW show!
I spent Friday night in SoHo at the BareMinerals studio and
store, which was hosting the “primping party” for those of us who were
modeling in the fashion show the next day — as well as our friends!
The atmosphere was bubbling thanks
to the tunes from the awesome DJ that the
BareMinerals and CFW crew set up at the
front of the studio, as well as the
cocktails and cupcakes — Baked by Melissa
of course, what else could we expect to
snack on at a chic boutique SoHo event?
The models and our friends were
treated to early evening makeovers in the
studio, giving us plenty of time to go out
looking fabulous and show off our BareMinerals
glow! But before we could have that luxury, it
was time to practice our runway walk. And where
better to gain the confidence to walk a runway
with over 500 people watching you, many of who
are from magazines, but on the streets of NYC?
The models lined up in the orders that we had
been placed in for the show. I learned that the Saturday night NYC CFW
Fashion Show would be featuring three different looks, and that I had been
selected to be in “Model Group A,” which was featured in both the first and
third looks, and would require an outfit, makeup and hair style change in less
than twenty minutes.
Trying to put my nerves aside I began to strut down the SoHo
sidewalk,practicing my poses while being watched by confused New Yorkers
and tourists whokept stopping on my runway, wondering what they had just
walked right into (in some cases, quite literally walked right into). After walking the “runway” a few times, the model
coordinator gave us a rundown of the schedule for the
pre-show and show and sent us off to get some beauty sleep before 9PM. I
collected my friends from the nearby Chobani store and we shopped for a bit in
Anthropologie, watched a few episodes of Sex and the City at my friend’s apartment on Thompson Street, and then headed home to Fordham where we decided to strut
down Arthur Ave. to meet our friends for an hour or so and show off our
professionally done makeup. The weekend of fashion had officially begun!
You can find more pictures in the Photo Album :)
thanks for reading guys!
stay classy! xx
If you’ve never gone to a Harry Potter midnight movie premiere, or even better, the midnight book release party at your local Barnes & Noble, you’ve never encountered the die-hard, and entirely enamored fan base that J.K. Rowling’s British brilliance created. I attended all of these releases and, like many others, have read the entire series multiple times. As if this did not validate my love of the series, I also played “Hedwig’s Theme” on piano in my fourth grade talent show, while dressed up as Hermione. Furthermore, I am currently tackling the task of reading the books in Italian — maybe being dubbed a “Harry Potter nerd” doesn’t even cut it for me. Though it’s been many years since I first read Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, my love for the series and its set of iconic characters has not been at all subdued. In fact, just this week, the respect I have for my childhood role model Hermione Granger, now transformed into my young adult role model, Emma Watson, has skyrocketed. Bringing together two of the things I take most interest in, Hermione and feminist issues, the United Nations Women’s Conference asked Watson to speak on the topic of feminism and the progress, or lack thereof, that has been made throughout the world. In her speech Watson joked, “You may be wondering who is this Harry Potter girl and what is she doing at the U.N.” However, her question provides the answer to its inquiry. All throughout the Harry Potter series, Watson’s character is an example of what it means to be a feminist. From an impressively young age, Hermione was assertive, strong-willed, fearless and had a strong sense of self. She was the perfect role model for any young girl, and continues to be one today. Watson was chosen to be the face of the HeforShe Movement, and she embodies the best of Hermione’s qualities in real life. With Hermione Granger as my role model, she showed me that it was more than okay to be an intelligent, assertive female, and caused me to become a feminist at an incredibly young age. When I was seven, I joined a baseball team and proved that even though I was a girl, I could play just as well as, if not better than, the boys. When I was 16, I finished the manuscript for my first novel. I sent it to publishing houses for the first time that year, and was told in response to create either a male or an androgynous alias, because it would be easier for a supposed “male” writer to break into the industry. As a girl and as a woman I’ve faced adversity throughout my life because of the fact that I am a female. And I will be the first to tell you why my gender will never limit me. Although attempts at improving equality of the sexes have been made, equality has yet to be reached. In just minutes, Emma provided the clearest explanation of the problems that feminists, those who are afraid to declare themselves feminist, and those who do not understand the term “feminist,” have been facing. Watson stated eloquently, “I think it is right that I am paid the same as my male counterparts… able to make decisions about my own body… involved in the policies and decisions that will affect my life… and that socially, I am afforded the same respect as men.” To many, these statements are already believed to be true. However, the disturbing and frightening reality is that in society today, there is not one country in the world where all women can expect to have these rights — the rights that many naively believe to be natural human rights. Until our society rejects double standards gender equality will be impossible. Every time we call a girl “bossy” and a boy “assertive,” we are normalizing double standards. Everytime we complain a woman only got a promotion because of the way she dresses and not the work she does, we take a step away from equality. By raising the awareness of this issue, the U.N. can get people to understand the severity of the fact that over half of the world’s population is still struggling with receiving their basic human rights. When I was 18, my yearbook quote was the following mantra, said by Eleanor Roosevelt, “you must do the thing you think you cannot do.” I do not believe that there should be internal social boundaries based on society’s expectations of us that limit what females and males can do. I believe that all people have the capacity to do extraordinary things, and that it is out of line to tell someone that they cannot do something, especially just because of his or her gender. It is time for us to begin making the small changes so that equality can stop being something that we strive for, and instead something that we see in our daily lives. Personally, I’m tired of waiting for these unjust social boundaries to be lifted, and I am ready to experience the amazing things that women and men in our society can do. We all have it in us — it is time to start being extraordinary. stay classy! xx Previously published in The Fordham Ram.
Musings from the top of the Empire State Building, Floor 102 A lot of times in life things seem to move so fast that we can barely catch our breath and find the energy to keep up. The incessant vibrancy and energy that the city gives off is impossible to ignore. The city breathes circles around us, making us feel powerless and insignificant when compared to the skyscrapers and brilliant billboard lights. It makes us feel like we aren’t doing enough, when there is so much movement buzzing around us, speeding ahead of us. But the funny thing is, that in all this time, when we know that the city is alive, and moving, and breathing, and creating serendipitous miracles to happen all over at any given time, we never paused to realize that we missed something. The city has a heart. So big that it makes the lights twinkle all throughout the day and night, shine on the reflection of the Hudson and on the raindrops on the ledge of the Highline in Chelsea. And this heart is so intertwined in itself, so connected through systems and powers that we cannot understand, that we cannot even spot it from 102 stories above at the top of the Empire State Building. Contrary to popular tourist opinion, the heart of the city is not Times Square. The heart is found in the giggles of children and business people alike in Washington Square Park, popping giant bubbles under the arch in front of the fountain. The heart is on the steps of the Met, where so many footprints pass through everyday. The heart is in the couple that is buying their first New York City apartment together, making it together, starting a real life together. The heart is in the awestruck eyes of a girl who is frightened, because she has realized that the pure love and excitement that she feels for the city is stronger than anything she’s felt for a man. The heart is in all of us. We cannot see the heart because we carry it. Because it is due to what is within us that we have such an amazing city to live in. And it is humbling to see the beauty of the city from above. To remove oneself from the world in which we are nothing but selfish and self-concerned. To step back for a moment and realize that the place from which we have come, to which we belong, likes to dance. And to move. And to breathe. And to live. As do we. And in an instant the city, something that was once so concrete, just a place where we walked and dwelled and stared at the beauty, became something greater. And though I carry a piece of the heart of the city, I know that I am also in love with it too. Now the city is a part of me and I’ve vowed to remain a part of it. And no matter how crowded or traffic-filled or loud, I embrace it. Because the dance of the city is one that cannot be duplicated or choreographed or mimicked by another. The city is the most unique place I’ve ever been, thing I’ve ever met. And one day I might meet a guy who embodies this same fabulous quality—who brings something different all the time, spontaneous and serendipitous, keeps me happy even on a rainy day, makea me feel special without getting jealous, gives me hope as I look up at him, as I do the buildings, that although I’m so small and the world is much bigger, that I am still so close to the center, to the heart, that I will make a difference in it. That the insignificant footprints I am leaving will matter to someone, will help someone. And this hope always draws me right in. Into the heart that’s forever inside me, next to my own, becoming one. It’s an honor to be here, in the presence of such greatness. I can only have hope that I too have the power to be the next great thing. stay classy! xx
On Sept. 1, 2014, a vicious wave of attacks on privacy raced through the Internet at a speed known only to those fluent in hacker jargon and computer programming. Hundreds of nude and suggestive photos of high-profile female celebrities, which had been allegedly acquired through a major hack, were leaked on the websites 4chan and Reddit. Over 100 celebrities such as Kate Upton, Jennifer Lawrence and Arianna Grande became instant victims, as hackers stole personal photos from their cell phones. The public’s reaction to the scandal seemed to move in stages. First, they believed that this breach of privacy seemed so impossible that upon hearing the rumors, they raced to their smartphones and computers to see if it was true. Most of the public clicked and tapped until they found what they thought could not really exist, and in this way the public also violated the privacy of over 100 high-profile female celebrities. When people realized the pictures were real, more posts began to flood news outlets and public Internet forums. The most popular comments ran along the lines of “how did they do it,” “I can’t believe she took nude photos” or for the less computer savvy, “where can I find the photos so I can see for myself?” As the “Ohmigod, no way” stage of the public’s reaction began to die, a more rational response began to grow and spread among the masses. The details of the incident had become clearer; only women had been targeted and had their privacy grossly violated. The time had come to stop viewing the hacking as simply an unheard of, entertaining scandal and to start getting angry that the rights of so many women had been infringed upon with such widespread sexual harassment. Actress Lena Dunham, whose phone was not hacked, pleaded with her fans to react to the photos with integrity through a series of tweets. She wrote, “The way in which you share your body must be a CHOICE. Support these women and do not look at the pictures,” as well as “Remember, when you look at these pictures you are violating these women again and again. It’s not okay.” Fortunately, it was not long before a lot of the public started to follow Lena’s lead and react similarly. Now it was Reddit’s turn to blush and peek at the loss of its reputation and credibility forever. In an ill-thought-out attempt to win back the public’s favor, these websites decided to donate the profits they had made on the pornographic photos to charities. First, because Jennifer Lawrence had once donated to the Prostate Cancer Foundation (PCF), Reddit decided to do the same. Much to its embarrassment, PCF responded to the donation by issuing the following public statement: “We would never condone raising funds for cancer research in this manner. Out of respect for everyone involved, and keeping with our own standards, we are returning all donations that resulted from such posts.” Reddit was not deterred by this. They immediately began to transfer the rejected donation money to the charity water.org. Not only were these dirty funds rejected again, but Reddit’s donation page was shut down and will eternally read, “You have changed 0 lives to access with safe water.” This perv-shaming is something that we should see more. A lot of people’s initial reactions were right to judge the hackers for infringing on something so private, but it cannot hurt to remember that the celebrities who took the suggestive and nude photos of themselves are not in the wrong — not in the least bit. It is not illegal or uncommon for people to take sexy and suggestive photos of themselves. As Lena Dunham said, “the way in which you share your body must be a CHOICE.” The celebrities targeted in this hack did not have the intention of sharing their bodies with the entire Internet community. The photos were their personal belongings, which were stolen from them and unethically and illegally shared with the rest of the world. Nothing makes this ok, and it is my hope that the hackers will be forced to own up to their crimes. thanks for reading, stay classy! xx Previously published in The Fordham Ram.
Smooth sailing engine down the Big Apple streets
Partition drawn up catching whispers and breaths
Though I may lead the way I still sit in the background
Spotlights reflecting, bending from me to them.
I am invisible
The vehicle, the messenger, the speaker
Collect all their secrets and empty glasses
They may know me not yet I stay like a ghost
But their lives are more haunted than we’ve ever thought
I am the keeper
In my hands I hold the keys to their life
Push the pedals and stop at wherever I like
But some follow and stalk and intrude on their world
In photos I’m faded, just a pawn in their show
I am their envy
My life is worth living
Spontaneous, full of risks
I go out without worry I’ll turn up on page 6
I am the silhouette
Amongst glamour and glitter I exist as just me
Ever watching the flashes attack through the glass
I’ll revisit that lifestyle every once in a while
In the rich backlit shadow of the black Escalade
Let me tell you something. Victoria’s Secret Angel
black leather T-strap wedges, white crochet form-fitting
mid-calf dress, red leather vintage Valentino cross body
bag and Oscar de la Renta tortoise and gold sunglasses
makes one hell of an outfit to kick of New York City
Fashion Week! (And an even better way to spend the last
day before classes!)
In addition to scoping out the last-minute early
morning set up of Mercedes-Benz New York City Fashion Week
at Lincoln Center, I was in the audience for Live! With
Kelly and Michael. It was my second time in the audience
and I was so excited to be returning, especially after the
magical experience I had my first time — the cast of Magic Mike
had been on that day, enough said. This time, the show provided
me with a complimentary breakfast and much-needed coffee as I
had woken up at 4:30AM in order to get to the set on time!
The show’s guests were Jesse Metcalfe, John Tucker in the
ever-famous “John Tucker Must Die,” and also the tall dark and
handsome star on the hit show “Nashville!” Also Live Schreiber,
who plays Ray Donovan on the show “Ray Donovan” (no way!) And
the musical guests were Nick Carter, who just happened to be
one of my first celebrity loves, and the lead singer of
New Kids on The Block, Jordan Knight. The two of them have
collaborated and put together an album “Nick & Knight” and the
sound was an interesting combination of the Backstreet Boys
somewhat grown up…
The show was so much fun to be a part of as always, I got
to throw huge yellow smiley face beach balls down at Kelly,
Michael and Jesse Metcalfe! Now how many people can say that
they’ve done that? The hosts are hilarious on and off-camera,
always joking and miraculously making the surprisingly shy Liev
laugh and crack some jokes of his own! I love getting to see such
pure talent at such a close proximity, it makes me wonder about
all of the things I can do with my (tentative) communications major.
As for the rest of my week, I cannot wait to get back over to
Lincoln Center for more Fashion Week surprises! Let the parade of
black Escalades and limousines commence down 60th Street! I will keep
posting pictures in my album guys, sorry about the delays, I’ve just
started classes and the dreaded homework has begun to haunt me in stacks
on my desk. But homework can wait, because the city still calls and my
favorite model and style inspiration, Chiara Ferragni, is in New York
for Fashion Week! Hopefully I’ll be able to snap a picture with her too!
Thanks for reading,
stay classy! Xx
The stars play hide and seek
With the skylines in your eyes
Double vision horizons
Deepening blue ocean tones
Lightweight tinseled breath,
Inhaling constellations — connections.
Under the surface, we exist.
We are the seekers.
But what are “we”?
Each twinkling shoots,
Knocking their neighbors like bocce in summer
Bringing them closer, more intimate,
Yet further by distance.
They travel the slide of the little big dipper
Of the combinations of which we do not know the names
And they move to the music of our goofy laughter
As the sunrise peeks through the dawn’s glaze.
In the day’s late hours we find the answers
We find the stars but not the how
Our nets can’t reach the heights above us
We see the future — but not the path.