A Dull moment
I cannot help but think
of vibrant times
When I felt the blood in my veins
My heartbeat so hard
that my ears were deafened
Moments of Love
and moments of crisis
I linger on them
but not over my work
the endless hours of striving
all for moments
most of which
are landscapes that flow by
I know that rock
I know that tree
in spring summer fall and winter
banality in the ritual of food preparation
excepting on those special occasions
holidays made good by careful intention
we relish what is free
and forget what was hard earned
the gift of you
seems like nothing
next to the gift of her
and yet I become the chore
of meals
and I resent what I already suspected
that I am nothing
but there is no such thing as nothing
only it cousin loneliness
But we cannot be alone
as long as we gift ourselves
no one is too lowly to deserve it
no one is too high to demand it
You are a gift
© Jesse Selin
of vibrant times
When I felt the blood in my veins
My heartbeat so hard
that my ears were deafened
Moments of Love
and moments of crisis
I linger on them
but not over my work
the endless hours of striving
all for moments
most of which
are landscapes that flow by
I know that rock
I know that tree
in spring summer fall and winter
banality in the ritual of food preparation
excepting on those special occasions
holidays made good by careful intention
we relish what is free
and forget what was hard earned
the gift of you
seems like nothing
next to the gift of her
and yet I become the chore
of meals
and I resent what I already suspected
that I am nothing
but there is no such thing as nothing
only it cousin loneliness
But we cannot be alone
as long as we gift ourselves
no one is too lowly to deserve it
no one is too high to demand it
You are a gift
© Jesse Selin
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