As if
As if
I could reach you
As if
As if I could know you
could know that time in your life
Someone (I think) pushed me into the pool
Or I fell (did you) and the pool was deeper by twice than it was and I was in deep
And I thought of you
And I thought this could be bad
But it isn’t . it is beautiful and I won’t miss a bit of it
And I will rise to the surface
Like you and I will feel the blue sweet water all around
Knowing
the distance between me and air is not too long not at all
And as I near it
I trouble
the surface and
it is fantastic to see how my arm’s movement
moves, dances the light on the surface
but it takes too long
just a bit too long and
I
Feel and then know and
then know the surface
is perhaps seconds too far and
Beauty doesn’t matter and
all I thought would happen is wrong
and
I will drown here
like you
with you - as ever I was
not to surface
again.
(we miss you so.
it's all still beautiful.
but so changed.. )
...the junk drawer of my mind... look if you want. you might find dreams scraps (maybe featuring you?), poem scraps, ideas unformed or abandoned, dried out sharpie pens, 37 cent stamps, lies and red-herrings, lip-gloss and assorted dangling and/or misplaced modifiers.
Friday, May 9, 2008
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
i love my job(s)(s)(s)
even though how I feel trying to blog at this point in the day might be a good reason NOT to like my job (i feel i have about as much to offer as a cold bowl of wheathearts), it's simply a sweet, non-corporate, non-violent, encouraging, funny, winning occupation and I feel privileged: especially looking at art, talking about it with some for whom it's their very first exposure, first impression, first analysis. wish i could take them all to Italy.
how many of them at this point... 80 - 90? ugh. no wonder i'm cream of wheat. but i love it. love their lingering bits of innocence and very individual quirkiness and their already very potent personality strengths. i wish i could write quotes I've heard them say this last week, especially. or describe individual faces or mannerisms. (especially little Melinda's sosweet smile) but I won't do that. (nor will I forget).
i don't look forward to saying goodbye.
how many of them at this point... 80 - 90? ugh. no wonder i'm cream of wheat. but i love it. love their lingering bits of innocence and very individual quirkiness and their already very potent personality strengths. i wish i could write quotes I've heard them say this last week, especially. or describe individual faces or mannerisms. (especially little Melinda's sosweet smile) but I won't do that. (nor will I forget).
i don't look forward to saying goodbye.
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