I love this ridiculous life!
Especially during the times where I get to feel the low notes course through my being.
I appreciate the symphony my heart.
I relish bleeding out the past each month as I celebrate my womb.
I wholeheartedly eat the junk food and watch the silly shows with my kids.
It’s hard to capture in words the lifetime of bliss I live every day.
But yesterday I saw a blind fledgeling shivering in a rain puddle.
It was destined to die, surely, and who am I?…
Who AM I?
I carried it home against my breast, it’s tiny heart beating against mine.
I placed it on my altar in a potted plant andWorshipped it.
Perhaps it did not know it was blind but I did, and it moved me.
I brought it food and water.
It sat nearly still for over an hour, occasionally dipping its beak into the water.
I spoke sweetly to it then
And it rose, scraped the infectious film from its eye, Looked around
And flew out the window.
And I guess there have been times
When I wasn’t aware of what I couldn’t see
But having a chance to sit on the altar of someone’s consideration and sweetness,
Or being held to a breast that loved even though it wasn’t sure it could really help,
Inspired me to scratch away another calloused layer
I love this ridiculous life.