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Where does the good go

Poetry Wednesday

We all want something beautiful…I wish I was beautiful. — Counting Crows

I had such a weird day yesterday. One of those days where the universe seems to be telling you one thing at noon and then by midnight you’re pouring out of a rocking Madison Square Garden after your New York Rangers laid down the smack on the division leaders (including your goalie stepping *OUT OF THE NET* to punch a dude in the face; and yes, it costs us a goal, but it was totally worth it!) and it’s like the universe is telling you a different something altogether.

I used to go on these car trips with my best friend in high school and while I don’t think we got lost often, when we did, I was always anxious and impatient and wanted to either be where we were going OR certain that we were on the right path to get there.

“Dawn,” he would say in his aggravatingly calm way, “it’s about the journey. We’ll get there.”

I would glare and say “easy for you, the white guy is NEVER the first one stabbed to death.”

Alas, I relent. Let the universe send it’s conflicting cacophony. I’m here. I’m listening.

Don’t Go Back to Sleep Rumi

the breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
don’t go back to sleep.

you must ask for what you really want.
don’t go back to sleep.

people are going back and forth between the
doorsill where the two worlds touch.
the door is round and open.

don’t go back to sleep.

One Response to “Poetry Wednesday”

  1. pearatty Says:

    Like.

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