May 12: Three Gifts Held in the Hand Today
1. My pen
2. A basketball
3. Warm laundry fresh out of the dryer
A pen in the hand is a powerful thing. I click my gel pen
open and excitedly think about all that can come from this simple black ink.
With it, I can doodle a small creature into creation, or make the emotions
inside bleed through black blood onto the page. As I read more of Flora and Ulysses, I contemplate the
power behind words. The squirrel, the poetry writing, super-powered flying
squirrel hears the word ‘home’ and thinks that it is a good word. He adds it to
the list of words he wants to make into a poem. I pause and think about that;
what if I made a list of words that I wanted
to make into a poem? The word ‘home’ wraps around my soul like a warm blanket. To
it, two other words float into my consciousness.
Home Love …Good-bye
When I whisper the word ‘good-bye’ I listen to the sound of
it. It sounds as if the word breaks in two, a very sad word. In the afternoon,
quite fed up with emotions and poetical thinking, I run outside into the chilly
wet air to shoot some hoops. With our new basketball hoop put up in our drive
way, I can run out and make a few shots whenever I feel like I need a break
from my mind. Before, I had to walk fifteen minutes down to the park, which
seemed not worth the effort when all I wanted to do was shoot a couple hoops
then head back home. The ball ricochets off the rim and hurtles back towards me
at double the speed I had thrown it. The feeling of stopping the force of the
ball with my two hands is satisfying; seeing it spin on the tip of my finger is
also extremely satisfying. Swish! The
ball slides through the net and I am thankful for the escape sports provide
from emotions. Running back indoors, fingers numb, the dryer beeps as I come
down the hallway. Quickly I stop in my laundry room and pull out the dried
clothes. The warmth that washes over me from the open door, and the warm
clothes hugged in my arms feels delicious.
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