Garden Fever

     Hands What does it Take to Count? I see the Small Change in your Hand Last night I wished upon a Star and an old metal Can and it was Like putting pennies in a Parking meter For a few more slow Breaths. What's missing here You ask the sky and no one in                                particular

Drifting We travel so many of our moments And walk in missing pieces of time Like icebergs floating out On the ocean Islands slowly spreading Out to sea I tell you, This is where I want to be next year You nod and say You hope the blue Brings you Away and then steadily Back to Me.

That's A Man You look at a man and Say That's a man Because God Made him So. You look at the way He drives The car with the windows down Rubs the scruff at his Neck and Say That's a man You see The way he Walks in Front because he Thinks he's a Leader but He really just Wants you to Believe he's so The way he Takes stock silently And his brow knits slightly when You tell him He's left out some small Change The way he Looks into your eyes and Explains it to you so Gently and it's like Making love for the first time and That's a man For you. You know his Body like Your own Came from it instead of The other Way around and it's a lot like Coming home For the last time. When you close your eyes You see him and See God made him and Said That's a man For you.

"Pain has an element of blank." While Emily Dickinson may have intended, as the rest of her poem goes, for this element of "blank" to encompass "infinite realms" and "new periods of pain", I like to consider it to mean something akin to Taylor Swift's "Blank Space" blank.  A placeholder.  A zero.  Not zero as in zero pain, but as in an empty O, a gasp of air and awareness where a realization, both soggy and leaden, can thump resolutely down.  Because while pain can--and does--radiate, ebb and flow, potentially for years and years, I think it's this blank space in our hearts, always specifically left there for pain, that is the most painful definition of pain of all. When someone writes of a great trial which they have endured and from which they have emerged, there's a little sentence where they say, "I had no idea what I was going to do, I thought it was over", after which they almost immediately tack on a smu...

Uploaded by @silverbaee on WeHeartIt WeHeartIt WeHeartIt                                       WeHeartIt “Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.”                                                                                               ...