weaving a little sky
into my hair—
swallows dive through my thoughts
Posts Tagged ‘happiness’
One Marvelous Evening
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged happiness, sky on July 10, 2020| 4 Comments »
With the Long Sleeves that Can Be Worn Closed or Open
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged clothes, happiness, inside job on February 12, 2020| 2 Comments »
I keep staring at it in the catalog at the Ametist linen/modal dress,
in amethyst, a linen shirt dress the catalog describes
as “wonderfully forgiving.” Well, that sounds good, of course.
And the dress, with its shimmering linen, its turquoise
and aubergine flowers, well, it’s beautiful. And perhaps
because I do not feel beautiful, I stare at it as if
it has a secret I need woven into its threads, as if I could buy it
and then be as happy as the model who is walking
through a sunlit field with a large bouquet of long-stemmed
dusky penstemon in her hand. She looks over her shoulder
as if there is someone or something there that delights her,
as surely everything does when she is wearing
her amethyst Ametist linen/modal dress with its “generous fit.”
Perhaps I would rather not remember that I must
be the one who is generous, I must be the one who
is “wonderfully forgiving.” Easier to imagine slipping into a dress
and letting the fabric do all the work. Harder to remember
that beauty is less about how we look and more about
the way we choose to see. Oh, to buy that dress
so that I might notice how little joy it really brings me.
Is this the way we meet the self? Through disappointment?
I decide to make my own catalog. Of my clothes.
I walk through the kitchen, modeling my yoga pants
and a fuzzy top pretending I am me
walking through the kitchen in my yoga pants and fuzzy top.
It’s not much of a stretch. I smile over my shoulder
at the tea pot, the dishes that need washing, a lunch box.
And why not smile? Perhaps there’s a secret I need
woven into something here—in the stack of mail,
in the charging cord, in the marker, the dish towel—
some chance for delight, something beautiful waiting
if only I choose to see the shimmer.
At the Butch Cassidy Nordic Skate Race
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged happiness, nordic skiing, race on February 8, 2020| 2 Comments »
I love entering a race with no chance of winning—
so easy to keep a smile on my face, to remember
I am doing this for the love of it, easy to focus
on the color of the sky, the cold scent of snow,
the thrill of the arms as they pump and release.
It’s the same reason I love going to high school plays
or middle school volleyball games or eating potato chips.
There’s a thrill, of course, in the best—but oh, the joy
of wearing a soft sweatshirt on a Saturday, of finding yourself
on the tenth kilometer of fifteen, grateful for five more k.
On the Eve of My 50th Birthday
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged happiness, night, poem, poetry on November 2, 2019| 5 Comments »
I wake up happy, as if the happiness
were already seeded before I woke.
As if all I have to do to love the day
is breathe. So I breathe. And love
meets me right where I am.
There are days we know we are lucky—
lucky just to wake. Perhaps it’s because
we have known dismal days when
just rising felt like strike three.
But today,I rise with happiness as present
as the dark before the dawn—not
because I deserve it, but because
it’s as natural as the milky way
spilled across the sky, as
normal as the night itself
stretched out like a blanket
to warm the sleeping world.
And Oh, the Stars Then
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged bowling, happiness, poem, poetry on January 30, 2019| Leave a Comment »
And who could explain why tonight
a bowling alley opened up inside my heart
and an invisible hand kept sending the ball down
the lane and it was strike after strike after strike.
The gutters, so empty, decided to get up
and play, too, and we all drank a beer
and toasted to the way strange things happen.
Oddly enough, I was chopping carrots and kale
this whole time, and could not help myself
from feeling as if I should celebrate.
Outside, the tips of the mesas
were pink, fleeting, of course, but it left
an indelible stamp on me, and meanwhile,
as the yellow onions made me cry,
the sound of ten pins crashing down
came again and again
and again, and I just
couldn’t shake this feeling
that something wonderful was happening,
the scent of garlic filling the room, the sky
turning gray, turning black.
Surprise
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged happiness, poem, poetry, sacrifice on August 16, 2018| Leave a Comment »
Climbing higher
than you thought
you could
to the top
of something
you don’t understand
to leave a sacrifice
of more than
you thought
you could give,
it’s enough
to make you
wildly alive,
perhaps
even happy.
January 8, 2018
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged happiness, poem, poetry, prohibition, sake on January 5, 2018| 2 Comments »
A hundred years ago today
Mississippi became the first state
to ratify the eighteenth amendment,
the prohibition of alcohol.
And as I sip my sake,
I toast them—
not because I think
they were right,
but because I have a glass
in my hand and the sake
is dry and cool, tastes
of plum and pear,
and I am in the mood
to drink to everyone,
to our health, to our bliss,
to our rights to our own opinions,
and to whatever it is in us
that makes us believe
that we might do something
to make the world
more wonderful,
misguided and lost
though we are.
Studying Spanish with My Son
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged adjectives, happiness, language, poem, poetry on December 20, 2017| Leave a Comment »
We begin with simple words.
Fat. Ugly. Good. Tall.
Gordo. Feo. Bueno. Alto.
How odd to break the world
into adjectives—
how human this longing
to describe a thing,
as if to explain it is to know it.
Easy. Big. Blonde.
Facil. Grande. Rubio.
I imagine a language
where instead of delineating
how different we are,
it had only shades of sameness.
Would we still find ways
to fight? To judge? To grade
and order and assess?
What if it were only ever a day—
not a good day, not a bad day,
just a day. And the woman—
not a fat woman, not a blonde woman,
just a woman—moved through that day
and met a man. Would they
be happier if they didn’t live
happily ever after, if they just lived,
their hearts not even knowing
you could fill in all that lovely silence
with adjectives and adverbs—
it would rain sometimes.
And the flowers would bloom.
Dinner would be served.
They would look in the mirror and smile.
Dinner Party at the Winery
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged happiness, poem, poetry on September 3, 2017| Leave a Comment »
Because you didn’t show up in sequins,
your friend walks you into her closet
and pulls out the low-cut black and white number
with sequins and beadwork and scalloped sleeves.
Nothing to do then but say thank you
and slip into it, say yes to the wine
as it’s offered, say yes to the disco ball
and the surging beat, say yes to the night
and the happiness that catches you off guard.
You won’t be able to keep it, no, but
for a while it’s possible to be so content
you forget to ask for more.
Like Forgiveness, Like Happiness
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged forgiveness, gardening, happiness, poem, poetry on May 31, 2017| Leave a Comment »
After the frost,
the sweet peas
rise from the dirt
like little green angels
with bowed heads
and tiny green wings—
it’s enough to make
a woman believe
small miracles can happen
if only she plants
the seed.