discovery...

I stumbled upon this poem today...I am following this other blog that posted another poem of hers.

I am also posting a portion of my meditation/yoga playlist for you...you can find that beneath the poem. Just some songs that I am into right now...some newer than others.

I am so looking forward to being home. This was a nice break from the cold for sure, but home is where I want to be. As Sarah, Plain and Tall said, "There is always something to miss, no matter where you are."

That's What I Said by April Bernard

It pricks the arms like poison,
knowing that some things, once chosen,
are yours and that meanwhile the night comes
much too soon this time of year.
There are things you will not be allowed to say.
You think them anyway, until they become you.
The two boys in shirt sleeves are in the street
again, skateboards balking
where the sidewalk buckles in geologic fault.
They seem mirthless, as they yell and fall
and the cold mist tries to veil them from passing cars.

Yesterday’s storm slammed the leaves to the ground.
Hiss, hiss, the tires go, against the scraps
of piano music, not Chopin today, from upstairs.
Someone tried to understand you once
and he’s dead, though not from trying.
Clunk, clunk, goes the landlady’s daughter,
trying out her new boots on the back stairs.

Things have narrowed to a point
and no gorgeous diction can get you out of it.
There’s just the flats of your feet,
willing each new step out of empty pockets
where change, keys, pens once rattled.
You threw them into the bushes on the next block
and then came home with the grey linings hanging
from your jacket like socks.
You forgot to check the mail
and when you opened the door
you brought the night in with you.

Playlist...
The Trapeze Swinger Iron & Wine
Tennessee Cory Chisel
The Silent Ocean Windy & Carl
She Just Likes to Fight Four Tet
On My Side Cory Chisel
Love More Sharon Van Etten
If You Go Javier Dunn
If I Had a Boat James Vincent McMorrow