5.7.15

I just got back from New York, which was great. I didn't do anything poetic or inspirational, though. Here's something that I so relate to, literally and metaphorically. 




Mending



Hazel Mendez



Here are old things:
Fraying edges,Ravelling threads;And here are scraps of new goods,Needles and thread,An expectant thimble,A pair of silver-toothed scissors.Thimble on a finger,New thread through an eye;Needle, do not linger,Hurry as you ply.If you ever would be throughHurry, scurry, fly!Here are patches,Felled edges,Darned threads,Strengthening old utility,Pending the coming of the new.Yes, I have been mending …But also,I have been enactingA little travesty on life.




And because I haven't written anything new in ever, here's something old:

3/2/11

Today I sailed away

From the memories of music

And, for a moment, felt.

Five variations on someone and Lazarus—

Never played by me—

One step down from full achievement.

My tendons buzzed,

My flesh unknit,

My bones resonated with an unknown story.

One component of ours is that we were once one

And gloriously so;

Making up the colorful set

Of resonance.