Why We Should be Happy with Berry Jam on Table Edges
I see young people together, in love, in lust, lost, planning an event, a day or a life, and I see impatience, I see the desire for appropriation. I see conclusions rather than drifting coffee aroma, I see hard closed city alleys rather than coastlines lazily disappearing into beautiful haze. I see uncomfortable hiatuses, wounded silences, I see complaints where there should be enquiries. I see good times as planned methods instead of uncapped madnesses.
My heart breaks to see ordinariness being discounted so deeply.
Nobody likes a small life, but nobody can ignite the heart without seeing light glisten in a raindrop. And why is it so difficult to let life unfold in its uncomplicated munificence instead of trying to continually force its hand? There’s only so much that the heart or a life can manufacture, as the machinery will be wrenched and what will come out will maim.
Let each one of us be free, I say, let each one of us let life come to us. In the magic of the unknown will lie the kernel of life’s mysteries. Of what it means to be with those who make our daily lives rich in ordinary ways. Beyond pretence, beyond the need for proof, beyond the desire to make a point.
Why We Should be Happy with Berry Jam on Table Edges
I see so much love going to waste,
all ready to bind and enhance
but dissipating into uncomfortable silence,
unfolding in wounded stretches,
wrenched into two slabs of body,
cleaved now for similar destinies.
.
And I wonder, if it’s fortuitous to find ties
which smell of home and dandelions,
of berry jam left sticky on table edges
and a child’s delighted yelp outside.
For to be young is never to know slow,
to merge midnights and dawns,
to see breath as expendable,
to run and see love as scenery passing by.
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Maybe someday we will all be less footloose
and find curiosity in what we get used to,
to find what’s old is worth worship,
to know the look back as she leaves,
and his goofy lopsided smile as signs
that we cannot leave everything behind -
and it’s better to jog and then simmer down
as our breath catches up with the still air
and we know finally that the hard sun
will always find its way into lives, but
the shade of an apple tree is also a destination
however gnarled the branches might seem.
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