It was written in 1999.
I was 20 years old.
Funny that I read this today.
This morning I mopped the floor with my foot and a dirty dish towel and thought,
"I have surrendered so much of who I thought I had to be. Maybe that is the gift of motherhood. Maybe I can stop trying to maintain myself and just go all in."
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I do not practice preventative life.
I drive down the street despite bloody road-side wreckage
I eat chicken despite salmonella.
I board planes even though Buddy Holly died before his time.
I make love although I don't know whether it will be him rocking beside me on my front porch in wrinkles and near death bliss.
I sing out loud even though I get sour faces and sour notes and cracks in the perfection of my voice.
I hike the mountains.
I swim in the ocean.
I say I don't know.
I don't know if it is bad or if it is good...
But *I* guess I'll find out ---
I'll find out in mid-flight
or high speed song.
perhaps I'll feel it transparent in a thin line drawn down my bare skin
or maybe...
I'll see it lying there...
in the bottom of an empty bowl.
Empty Full Boat By Toni Littlejohn |
I still remember your "other side of the day" poem.
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