Some relationships in our lives have a very limited shelf life and should come with freshness dating.
Others are of a more flexible yet durable quality and stay with us for the duration.
The trick is to be astute or lucky enough to recognize the difference,
and know when and how to let the more transient ones go.
Spread by pesky flies
Hovering around my dinner table.
Swarming as they briefly land
On my arms and face and gravy.
It’s such a pesky chore
To keep the swarm at bay.
You think you have control
But somehow they slip away
to buzz into your tired brain,
With nothing much to say.
Their numbing tedium
drives me frantically insane.
So they can have the feast
and eat the meat
And all the mashed potatoes,
and spread their foul contagion
the width and breadth of our fruited nation.
I’m headed to the beach
Or Atlantic frozen glacier.
One must secure escape
From these boring conversations.
One of the cruelest ways we deprive ourselves is when we ruthlessly extract the extraordinary from the world spinning around us to replace it with expectations of the predictable, the common, the cynically hopeless, the “ordinary.” How tragic the way we digest and distribute these blind, self-deceptive lies, with the cool aplomb of cult followers dispersing religious tracts at a crowded airport. To Maintain, with reverence and joy, that childlike wonder, that enchantment with everyday things, everyday experiences, the “ordinary”–that is the most precious gift offered by the Goddess, and one, as we “mature,” appear most reluctant to receive. I suggest we accept this gift, embrace it and hold it dear.