A Poem For You

The exquisite gift of being bored with you

If my life begins to wane 
into its own disappearance
and I am granted, 
by the pity of Grace, 
just one more day
to re-live from my past,

I’d ask for a day 
with you.

And not that day we hid in 
the wildflower field, 
nor the one the Moon pooled 
into a pearl and we swam
until our skin turned silver… 

I’d ask for a day that was
thoroughly mundane,
where we flittered between 
boredom and restlessness, and 
rolled around the house 
like lost Pac-men.

I’d ask for a wandering drift 
of a day; a forgotten dreg of a day -
too gritty to have kept.

And mottled in its own idle,
I’d re-live this day knowing
it was already lost, already 
swept under memory’s rug,
and gobbled up by 
the maw of time…

But I’d live the trite 
of this day with you 
in utter awe; 
in bewilderment
of your being.

And every dreary moment 
would be absorbed 
into the reckless magic 
of your presence.

Your hands would be 
prayer-rubbed;
polished down smooth
between my own.

And every common word 
you spoke would be like 
a poetry-laden bee
landing on my heart.

And when it was over 
I would willingly go
knowing I never needed 
anything to be extraordinary
to remember 
how remarkably
I loved you. 

A Quiet Invitation

Fast-scroll through your photos on your phone or computer and randomly land on one image. Contemplate the day this photo was taken and imagine how it would have been different if you knew it was your last. Share your reflections if you feel called with us in the comments.

My ‘random image’ is above the poem :) I’m collecting mushrooms with my daughter in the Danish forest her grandmother grew up in. I would re-live it infinitely slower, something I am offering myself today.

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