10/22/2024
Love’s a lot like catching a tiger by the toe
But what do I know? I’d never caught a tiger, either,
Til just then when my eyes tripped over you and
My heart hummed a weird little song and I Knew
From here on out everything old was shredded and
Holding on would feel a lot like a hurricane
Mid flame.
Grief’s worse than crying over spilt milk,
Putting one’s eggs all in the same basket
Breaking down when you trip and everything cracks
Down on your knees knowing you can’t put things back
And suddenly you’re wildly crying
Sopping it all up with your snotty sleeve.
A lot of things aren’t pretty.
Most things are rough and funny-shaped,
When you try to make them make sense
Like that babies’ puzzle
Where you have to fit the right shape in the
Right-shaped hole, except here on earth there isn’t one that’s fit.
When tea is for two and you’re only one
And you’re the gingerbread standing on the fox’s head
Mid-river, and gosh he looks awfully hungry,
And you remember back when you used to run so fast,
As fast as anyone can, no one caught you then
You just dashed and laughed, a brave child.
Close your eyes. Breathe. Feel this in your heart:
There is a white knight on a sturdy steed
Galloping up to your rescue - it’s you.
Spinning in fields of dandelion fuzzies
Your spirit turns them into magic wands
Soon they’ll all be wishing they were you.
