Monday, August 19, 2013

Catching Up

I'm still seeking comfort
in my body.
I'm looking for that place
between a dive bar and a shrine.
That place you once swore to me is beautiful.
I think I could be kind
to me there.

I'm still reading tea leaves
in the cups of strangers.
And, I still restart my diary
till I get it right.
But, I held on to the page with your address sketched in pictures;
I bet I can still find
my way there.

Would you mind if I try?

For Open Link Monday at Real Toads

15 comments:

Kerry O'Connor said...

Every word of this is so poignant - both vulnerable and hopeful. I love it, MZ.

grapeling said...

Wondrous, MZ. Yearning and yet hopeful. ~ M

Susan said...

"Would you mind?" Stop the clock and go, anyone who can. We have been there before. Maybe there are tea leaves to read in our own cups along with the journal entries and maps we have made.
Why don't we always do the best for ourselves? For example, I often have insomnia, and I know that I can sleep if I drink a strong chamomile brew at day's end. What I don't know is WHY I don't do this every day? It wouldn't be hard at all. I don't even need permission!

Helen said...

... got some 'stuff' going on in my life now ~~ it's as though you wrote this amazing poetry for me. Thanks bunches.

Herotomost said...

I feel a bit like this lately....what a great brush stroke. The anxiety of not having kept up with what might be important. Maybe I'm reading it wrong, but this is nourishment for those days that I feel out of control and don't know shy...sometimes even just getting something as simple as a haircut will get me back on track. Great writing MZ.

Fireblossom said...

This is beautiful and full of a sweet longing. Really well constructed and poignant.

gabrielle said...

We have the roadmap, we do. Because we’ve kept all the fragments that really matter. All we need to do is start following the breadcrumbs. This was so personal and poignant.

coordinatedmayhem said...

Love this!

Kay L. Davies said...

"I think I could be kind to me there" —why can't we automatically be kind to ourselves? Surely there are some people who do so. Are they—could they be—all men? Are women programmed to put ourselves second, or third, or last?
A good question, beautifully written. "your address sketched in pictures" is wonderful.
K

Susie Clevenger said...

Memories stated so poignantly..so beautiful

Lorraine said...

So appealing...so touching how could one resist?

Akila G said...

Beautiful! the journey of catching up is such - visiting, re-visiting...

Sharp Little Pencil said...

Your thoughts on starting your diary again and again, as though wiping the slate clean... the notion of finding a place "in between" to be comfortable... yes, that is aging, it's waiting for The Next Big... and wondering if The Last Big was the last you're gonna see. I don't know, I was thoroughly steeped in this dream of a poem, Mama. Amy

Adam Champion said...

Really enjoyed this one!

butterfly garden said...

"I think I could be kind
to me there."

This carries the weight of a woman's quest bareback on a river-wet horse. We are all looking for this place of peace and self-love, aren't we? To be good enough for our own hearts to love and forgive.