It's a good life, thankfully

This is what life does. It lets you walk up to 
the store to buy breakfast and the paper, on a 
stiff knee. It lets you choose the way you have 
your eggs, your coffee. Then it sits a fisherman 
down beside you at the counter who say, Last night, 
the channel was full of starfish. And you wonder,
is this a message, finally, or just another day?
Life lets you take the dog for a walk down to the
pond, where whole generations of biological 
processes are boiling beneath the mud. Reeds
speak to you of the natural world: they whisper,
they sing. And herons pass by. Are you old 
enough to appreciate the moment? Too old?
There is movement beneath the water, but it 
may be nothing. There may be nothing going on.
And then life suggests that you remember the 
years you ran around, the years you developed
a shocking lifestyle, advocated careless abandon,
owned a chilly heart. Upon reflection, you are
genuinely surprised to find how quiet you have
become. And then life lets you go home to think
about all this. Which you do, for quite a long time.
Later, you wake up beside your old love, the one
who never had any conditions, the one who waited
you out. This is life’s way of letting you know that
you are lucky. (It won’t give you smart or brave,
so you’ll have to settle for lucky.) Because you 
were born at a good time. Because you were able 
to listen when people spoke to you. Because you
stopped when you should have and started again.
So life lets you have a sandwich, and pie for your
late night dessert. (Pie for the dog, as well.) And 
then life sends you back to bed, to dreamland, 
while outside, the starfish drift through the channel, 
with smiles on their starry faces as they head
out to deep water, to the far and boundless sea.

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Hilary said…
That's a lovely poem.. I've never head it before but it touches me. Thanks for this. Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours, Kathleen.
Bossy Betty said…
Lovely! Hope you had a great Thanksgiving!
Joanna said…
I just LOVE this poem. It says it all. The pleasure of feeding pie to the dog and watching birds and waking up beside the one who never had any conditions. Thank you Kathleen.
Hi Kathlene - long time no see and great to visit you again. Must stop by more often and there is always a great cuppa at my place - the door is always open for you.

Beautiful tapestry and poem.

Big hugs ~ Eddie x
Suldog said…
This is absolutely magnificent. I love the thought of the starfish drifting as you (we) let life take us (drift us) along through the night. Marvelous bit of writing!
I love this poem.

Wishing you much happiness over the holidays and in the new year!

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