Sure, I do know my thoughts is a fickle little bee
doting on a thousand ideas, however I’m getting
higher at chasing my thoughts again to the second
so I can see the spiderwebs making hammocks
the colour of the moon. My son tries to {photograph}
a rainbow outdoors the automotive window. It’s not possible,
in fact, this marvel, the attempting to carry it.
However I do what I can. I’ve stopped ready to take pleasure in
the cinnamon tea. I take deeper breaths and hear
to the flutter of strings floating down from café
audio system. I don’t wish to be a pilgrim of reminiscence
anymore. I wish to pop the champagne and salute
this now, and this one with mushy brie, dried apricots,
and the sundown celebration one other anniversary
of sunshine whereas I eat fists of grapes the identical shade
and sweetness of night time. Congratulations, Time. Look
at you and your beautiful minutes filled with all the things.
Three cheers for the temp company that employed this
specific day, these specific clouds, this set
of honking geese migrating by way of it. I wish to be
higher at being alive, so I’ve been picturing my coronary heart
as a fox—which implies wild and nocturnal, not
terrorizing the neighbor’s chickens. My love says
most equations in quantum area concept give infinity
as a solution, which isn’t significant as a result of all
infinities are the identical. In that case, let’s cease reaching
so arduous for it. I’ll take this infinity’s morning the place
my son and I confused falling leaves for monarchs.
Each time we thought we noticed a butterfly, it was
only a leaf with the gentlest falling. We laughed at
each mistake, and he mentioned, That was a stupendous
confusion. Generally when the second doesn’t supply
a praying mantis on the porch or a charismatic sky,
I think about my coronary heart is my son’s face, and I’m again
in love with the day, its astonishments like hot-air
balloons, and the each day current of energy strains strung
with starlings like dozens of music notes. Let me
be extra sure to my dwelling in every second, be held
by this hum, that cloud, this breath, that shroud.
