OPRAH AND MY GARBAGE

I was more myself before then,
alive facing the winds alone. Before he brought the butterflies,
before they migrated and left only the broken promises behind.
This is the continuum of life. Another 177 days gone.
Where do I put the memories?
They come up when least expected.

“Nothing that has ever happened to you is wasted”
says my aunt Oprah to me. OK, fine my fantasy aunt.
Well, maybe it was to me and about 20,000 others pressed
shoulder to shoulder and knees to back in a crowded New Jersey arena.
None-the-less a year later, her words are what I hear.

I have been literally raised by this woman;
[second to my momma] with
countless after school sessions with the Oprah Show
and now bingeing on Super Soul Sundays.
I am her unknown mentee. To all the mundane questions we get such as
“If you could have dinner with one person dead or alive, who would it be?”
“If you could interview one person, dead or alive, who would it be?”
About 8 out of 10 times, my answer is always Oprah!

Though, many 177 days in and without sight of the day ahead of me,
I question Oprah and her Aha moment.
What is the purpose of these valleys, if it is not to be wasted, Oprah?
Who is recycling and reusing this b.s? No one.
I put my garbage out last week and today; the can is still at the curb.