Just what I needed
My friend Lach wrote this poem, and I felt like he wrote it just for me knowing he also wrote it for him. And I guess, for anyone struggling out there.
And so its been a slow move back to the world, after covid, after leaving Arizona, in the middle of helping my mom die – I get out there, go out there, make a video, sing a song, and then – I have to hide, rest, sleep off the vulnerability hangover. That’s how it goes these days.
And all I can do is go slow.
And maybe look at some fish, listen to some birds, smile at a dog – and carefully let people into my heart, because it is a “terrorized heart” – and I am just figuring that out.
Oh man, if it isn’t tender.
Here’s the Poem:
On Starting To Let The World In Again
Don’t start with people
Start with fish
Find a cold, burbling stream
A brook of glacial ripple
And squat riverbedside
Like checking on a child
Seeking silver bellies
And non-blinking eyes
Move on to birds
Raising mugs of burnt coffee
To blue-eyed skies
Toasting arcs of triumph
Gilded by soaring flight
And nonchalant glory
Now you’re ready for dogs
Notice their omnipresence
Of joy at slightest gestures
True smiles of wonder
Tails of enlightenment
Faith, vigor, and loyalty
And finally, dear god, humans
But start small with babies
Looking up at your sun face
Past your imprisoned eyes
To your terrorised heart
And on again to your loving heart
And then, only then
With your soft beat restored
And all that good fish,
bird hope, dog joy and
Baby wonder under your breath
Invite the world in again
And feel the cello warmth
of humanity
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Langdimania, now on Amazon
This was my first response to the poem:
Thanks Lach – I’ve been wondering how to do this for a long long while.
Right now I’m pet sitting and in the mornings I feed birds and chipmunks and I cry out, “good morning! Good morning!” And it makes Me Smile and it’s about all the people I can take sometimes – the birds. The chippies.
And it hurts sometimes to not be able to open and let any more of the world in.
Sometimes my heart feels crushed by the world. Even when I am so grateful to be here.
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Lach’s Novel
Way better than booze! Perfect for a girl who needs a break from the real world every now and again (all the time).
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March 24, 2023
Woodstock, NY
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