Some days I feel like I’m failing
at everything.
So then I take a little paper,
and a pair of scissors, and some glue,
and I mess around… just messing…
around… with paper…
until beauty has its way with me.
And I wrest glory out of failure.
Now listen, my dears.
Did you know that I send out a little
rich juicy starry beauty
every month?
If you’re not on the list for that,
you should be…
because I’m sending out some extra
treats this month.

I hate you, you with your stomach flu, and
snafus, and tangled emails,
and things breaking–
especially 12 things all in one day–
and forms and paperwork and bills and
dust bunnies and that new toilet cleaner
that stained the toilet blue.
But you woo me back, world.
You are relentless.
You with your rosy lights, and
your pots of tea, and your
soft sweet balmy air, and your
intimate circlet of evening moon.
You get me every time.

The Seduction

January 24, 2011

I’m so inherently scattered,
I never dreamed that I would
have such a love affair with order.
But if I’d known that it would
bring along its paramour,
to form such a delightful threesome,
I would have pursued it with
even more fervor.

An afternoon with Vincent

December 13, 2010

Today I kept thinking
about the time I stood
in front of Starry, Starry Night
and the tears that had poured out.
With the colors pulsing into me
and my relief dripping down my face,
I’d said fiercely to myself,
“I’m not crazy. I’m not imagining it.”

Photo: RS


November 12, 2010

Some days,
your soul sings out.

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