Juxtaposition

While I'm lying down,

I take note of the interesting dichotomy.

How silly my drawings taped to my wall look now.

That South America map I drew in Micheletti's class,

The one we were assigned while learning about Dorothy Stang.

And the flimsy, hot-pink fairy wings, 

That were a part of my Halloween costume,

That my friend made me buy at a shop in Santa Cruz.

The rainbow pinwheel, sticking out of a glass bottle I painted.

The flannel sheets with the blue gingham pattern under me,

And the pillowcases that don't match.

But the sunshine was streaming through the open window.

And maybe the juxtaposition was beautiful.