I can't sleep…
Each evening
comes from a new place.
Maybe this is the other life
we were meant to live.
It leans against you as the wind.
~ Richard Jackson, from “Fear,” in Resonance: Poems
Sources: photo – life is beautiful. Poem: to escape from the commonplace of existences
I open up my body,
whole and spit-shined eager
and inside there is only a mouth.
The mouth says
You are not an easy person to love.
Curious, I reach into this mouth
and pull out the tongue.
I make the tongue say it again, and again.
You are not an easy person…
You are not an easy person to…
And it’s so silly looking.
This little flip-flopping thing
in the palm of my hand.”
– Clementine von Radics, “A Bad Weekend in Three Parts,” published in Drunk in a Midnight Choir
Notes: Poem Source: Boston Poetry Slam. Photography: Feelslike
Every morning
Swimming up out of dreams
I surrender to being here
I let go into gravity
Into the way the sweet earth pulls me to her
Head, hip, arm, leg . . . . with each exhale I drop further
Into cool white sheets, firm mattress, bed frame,
floor, walls, earth, earth, earth. . . .
It takes practice
To give up habitual holding on, holding in, holding back
Every morning I open myself
And invite grace to have its way with me
Notes:
You wake up and body parts are functioning.
Turn the key in the ignition and all systems are go.
Until they don’t.
Two eyes on Sunday.
1.5 on Monday.
Painfully nagging recurring eye disorder. Detailed here.
Blurred vision. Tear ducts flowing.
Nasal passages oozing goop.
Nausea rolling tummy.
Hip bone connected to the thigh bone.
Thigh bone connected to every bloody thing.
And as for Helen Fielding in Bridget Jones’s Diary and for me:
Once get on tack of thinking about aging there is no escape. Life suddenly seems like a holiday where, halfway through, everything starts accelerating to the end.
“Boy, that accelerated quickly.”
Which led me to thinking about Einstein and miracles.
I’m driving from the office to the Ophthalmologist.
And those of you scolding me about driving with impaired vision, one of my working eyes is better than most of the maniacs with two working eyes on the road today. So relax… Continue reading “Mondays, Miracles & Musings”
