when i know:
it comes from everything around you.
i see it in the softness of the lines of a paragraph,
the rare times i space the letters just right and the tapering curves
of each 'giving' and 'fleet' give balance to the meaning
so that i can look at the thing and smile for once after pages and pages
of overabundance, not-quite-so-parallel, and shifts.
i hear it in the depths of a voice that sings about what it knows,
not even the singer but the actual voice;
the resplendent cusps of emotion becoming the breath
of what a person is thinking and conveying without trying.
i smell it wetting and drying the limbs of strangers,
not giving us the chance to even out or believe that anything
so delicate, so rare and uncatchable can last more than the moment.
i taste it in the water we will all beg for.
i should seek more often not the days that are long but the days that are large.
large days will sit heavily in your life, giving you plots to grow on and delineate from.
long days have been for me a desperation,
a reach for something far and threadlike in its strength.
settling the beaten down prose a tad-
i finished reading Every Love Story is a Ghost Story again.
i had this great idea about how each one of us could be making
someone's life completely different without realizing it.
if DFW had known that i existed, maybe i could have been the person
that helped him understand what it was to be a "fucking human being".
the scary part is determining whether or not you are up for the challenge,
but i like to think that frequently we step up to the plate without even realizing it,
getting someone to that place just by being ourselves and letting someone,
or some people, bask in the effortless care of their love.
i love that the people that love me care effortlessly.
they have no clue, and i admit i chuckle when i think about it.
soak it all in, and taste that delicious goodness that is me.