Post by Rob on Jul 10, 2015 16:12:11 GMT
Perhaps
What if I have already written my best poem
and hit my best golf shot
and read the best book
and been kissed by a goddess who I will never meet again.
What happens if it is my feminine side
that makes for the man I will come to be.
What if Aphrodite lives in the back room
and hides out because she is scared of the world.
What if God has already visited
and gone home and will never return
and never again will I have the chance like I had before.
It is very possible that I will never be fully who I am.
And for the record, it is perhaps very true
that my own mother and father are sitting at the same table
in their lives after death and have been talking to me ever since,
along with Hemingway and Mozart and that dead cardinal I saw on the road.
The only thing that perplexes me is when I am not perplexed
What always surprises me is how much better I feel when I lower
my expectations or have a dream that turns me upside down.
Or when I have nothing to say when I am sitting on the beach
feeling overpowered by the waves crashing into the silence.
Might it be that my clarity is greatest when I am confused
or that I have the answer when I don’t have it.
or that the anger in my skin is only a witness that I am alive
or what makes me human is all the stuff I would like to get rid of.
What if God hands out business cards to those who are closest to him or her
and he or she wishes to be called Albert or Judith.
It is possible that the meat I ate last night for dinner came from a chicken
who was having dreams of living a long life
or that the bacon yesterday was from a cute little pig who
wanted to be my friend.
What if it has already been decided that I will die next Christmas
I am stretched out in all that I do not know
The light trembles in the corner.
What if I have already written my best poem
and hit my best golf shot
and read the best book
and been kissed by a goddess who I will never meet again.
What happens if it is my feminine side
that makes for the man I will come to be.
What if Aphrodite lives in the back room
and hides out because she is scared of the world.
What if God has already visited
and gone home and will never return
and never again will I have the chance like I had before.
It is very possible that I will never be fully who I am.
And for the record, it is perhaps very true
that my own mother and father are sitting at the same table
in their lives after death and have been talking to me ever since,
along with Hemingway and Mozart and that dead cardinal I saw on the road.
The only thing that perplexes me is when I am not perplexed
What always surprises me is how much better I feel when I lower
my expectations or have a dream that turns me upside down.
Or when I have nothing to say when I am sitting on the beach
feeling overpowered by the waves crashing into the silence.
Might it be that my clarity is greatest when I am confused
or that I have the answer when I don’t have it.
or that the anger in my skin is only a witness that I am alive
or what makes me human is all the stuff I would like to get rid of.
What if God hands out business cards to those who are closest to him or her
and he or she wishes to be called Albert or Judith.
It is possible that the meat I ate last night for dinner came from a chicken
who was having dreams of living a long life
or that the bacon yesterday was from a cute little pig who
wanted to be my friend.
What if it has already been decided that I will die next Christmas
I am stretched out in all that I do not know
The light trembles in the corner.