does it come easily?
Right ankle crossed over the left, big toe balanced and slanting. Upright. Leaning. This is how we say goodbye.
I have heard that we are all just bits and bobs held together by what we believe. That we can change, because
How do we rewrite the parts that made us burst?
[It feels like I have been doing this for years.]
And maybe it is in the knowing, the not having to wonder, the ability to distinguish now
when perhaps you would not have done before, and surely you once were blind
(to the little flecks of color in the batter).
Well, actually. How about a lesson in: Accountability. see/do:
Oops! I made peanut butter batter to swirl into the brownies. Fuck, I really didn’t mean to make them richer and more delicious.
God, I was even planning to eat healthfully today. What a knucklehead I am for doing this thing
that I openly admit to doing and am not putting on anybody else whatsoever, because I did it, and it was me, even if there were other options at the time
And I won’t attack anybody else over this thing I am responsible for, because
I am able to admit to putting peanut butter in the brownies.
(And it was delicious.)
How might we infuse what we encounter.
Lightning bugs like candles through the trees. Wind in soft exhales before sleep. Cotton wafts, fresh linen on your skin.
A space where the unnecessary cooks into the air and onward, upward. Next.
Where the wine colors all that lies within its grasp. Purple. Sweet.
Steam swirls above the clink of a spoon through buttered potato velvet. Mauve shreds of chicken thigh. Orangeyellowpurple carrot dots; sea green celery crescents; thin, grey mushroom slivers. Slight green specks of parsley. Deep purple broth. A giant hunk of bread, to dip.
Everything in balance.
The space between open and closed, defined and undefined. Someplace, neither warm, nor cold. There are rules and un-rules and non-rules, and they change and they wind, because there aren’t any, so that when they break – they do not break me.
they reroute you.
(and this is good) / because I am not yours and so, you are none of mine and we /because I am not meant to make anything more than the sum of its parts for the purpose of your betterment / so that we might
Let there be spaces in your togetherness,
And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.
Love one another, but make not a bond of love:
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
Fill each other’s cup but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf
Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone,
Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.
Give your hearts, but not into each other’s keeping.
For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.
And stand together yet not too near together:
For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other’s shadow. (khalil gibran)
Happy Spring, darlings.