"...may came home with a smooth round stone as small as a world and as large as alone. For whatever we lose(like a you or a me) it’s always ourselves we find in the sea"
e.e. cummings, from "maggie, millie, molly, and may"I shared this with my students today, and it made me think
of all the things that coexist
inside a moment
a drooping mouth, dry and trying to speak
a two year old's song "I wub it daddy"
feet crunching on glass-like lava
a breeze that blows your wedding veil
at the moment you invoke family lost
allowing your tongue to trace an ancient belly scar, learning his lines
laughing at how loud you said "I do!"
a live trampoline comedy show, paused, so he can take his knee in a crowded gym
and open the box that means forever
big, big fights about all the little things, wrapped in a screenless window room
in the Swan Hotel on the Thames River
holding hands while driving
rolling your eyes at yet another diving story
wondering why it is so hard for him to say you are "beautiful"
and trying hard to smile when he says "pretty" instead
and the soft, quiet, firm moments
with candles lit and the door locked, sweating and breathing heavy.
It's all there. It's all gone. It is empty, over-full, lost and seated deep inside you...
ebbing and flowing with every ocean tide
that ever was
and ever will be.