Faith, Health, and Other Musings
May our minds flourish with creation, and may our hands never deny its expression.
Standing
in the
brutal air
of a blizzard,
I think,
longingly,
how
unexpectedly
fortunate
the flakes are
to have fallen
where you sit,
caressing you
as they descend.
Startled,
I look down
to find myself
standing
in a pool of water;
the snow has melted.
I hope
you never
ask me
how you look.
How ridiculous
is it
going to be
when
” like my future”
comes out
before I can
stop it?
I
can
hear
my
kingdom
crumbling
in
your
voice.
People tell me
they don’t get
poetry.
I want
to tell them
if they’ve ever
fallen asleep
with a
broken heart
or cried
as their child
wrapped their hand
around their fingers
for the first time,
they not only
understand poetry:
they’ve been
living it
for years.
The sirens
have left the ocean,
and they’re
walking on land,
singing enchantments,
dragging us
down
to the
bottom
of bottles.
Consider it
a good sign
when someone
ridicules
your dream
or
your effort;
if it brings
no one to jeer,
it’s hardly
outrageous
enough
to make
a difference.
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You either
grow
flowers
or
weeds,
and you only
have so much
water.
I think
we reject
our exes
because our
romantic relationships
offer the most
intimate look
at humanity,
and we’d rather
believe exes
are broken
than concede
that it is
the human heart
— individually and collectively —
that is repulsive.
Of course,
we suffer agony
when we lose someone;
how can you not,
when something
crawls out of your heart,
tears through your chest,
and sinks, blood-soaked,
into the soft earth?
How
are you
my
steaming mug
of coffee,
my
hot-day
lemonade,
and my
whiskey
on the rocks?
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