(with thanks to Rebecca Mullen)
The way the tangerine never thinks
to thank its peel, the way the button
doesn’t appreciate the thread
that tethers it, the way the water
doesn’t honor the shore
for encompassing it, this is the way I want
you to take me for granted. As if
I will always be here to hold you. As if
you are so safe you forget
that things change. As if you are so sure
of my love that it’s as assumed
as air, as unremarkable as birdsong
in summer, as given as the gravity
that keeps you from floating away,
as constant as the sound of the river
that you need to leave before
you remember to hear it again.
This is the way that motherhood can be, but I have never thought of it this way. Thank you again
yeah, I am recalibrating my ideas about it. It is certainly the way I was raised … to feel that safe. I was always grateful, but of course i didn’t have a clue about the depth of that love, i just knew it was there.
What a blessing
This is beautiful. It is what should be the default – what every baby is born to expect and some parents manage, but not all. Nonetheless, it is what to aspire to, and for those who did not know this kind of parenting, to learn to give. Lovely.
thank you … I am still learning … even so it is very much the way I was raised …
I am glad it was! Also, life is a learning curve for all of us… 😊
This went right to my center the way truth does when spoken fresh. Thank you.
oh thank you friend … yes, it was written out of a revelation of sorts, an understanding I’m growing into
Rumi would be proud of you!
Yes! Very Rumi-ish way to love … i need to read this and remember it every day, every minute.