What’s it like to be
that kind and caring person?
She’ll never wonder.
Backstory: A Facebook post about a friend talked about how she was being kind and caring. As I was reading about what she’d done, this poem came to mind. I wondered what it would be like to be kind and caring, and realized that was probably something she never had to think about. She just IS that way. “Kindness begins with me.”
Think you’re a failure?/
Loser feelings carry on/
unless you say: “Stop it!”
When you decide you’re/
a failure at one thing, the
feeling carries on.
When I failed, they claimed:
“He’s not who he was.” Once more,
I’ve changed. Look. Forgive?
Why am I here? Why
am I – we set on this land?
I know, yet don’t do.
Though I might still be
misaligned, I don’t stare back
behind, but change now.
He, the broke walrus,/
dreams of luring the nymph. [LAUGH!] /
Yet I played that game.
When you spill whole corn/
o’er the kitchen floor, at least/
you can know it’s clean.
An Instagram post: “She was a fool, and so am I, and so is anyone who thinks he sees what God is Doing, [writes Bokonon]” #Kurtvonnegut #catscradle
My retort:
To see, in Nature,
God’s Hand, is high gratitude*.
To understand? Grace.
OR
*just means you’re grateful.
I want to go to/
lands of light, but not ugly,
so I stall tripping.