Morning poem….

With last night’s rain and the coming of autumn’s gray today (it HAS been a glorious week, hasn’t it?), I got up this morning with this poem on my mind – hope you like it. Kinda feels like it goes with the day, to me…see if you think so, too, as we tackle this morning. (Reminds me, too, of the way Dan Millman suggests instead of saying, “Have a good day,” say, “Create a good day.”)

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Un Chien Andalou (An Andalusian Dog)
by A. Van Jordan

Because a razor cuts across a frame of film,
I wince, squinting my eye,
and because my day needs assembly
to make sense of the scenes anyway,
making a story from some pieces of truth, I go
outside to gather those pieces.
Thousands of moments spooling out
frames of mistakes in my day.
As if anyone’s to blame,
as if anyone could interpret the colliding
images, again and again, dragging
my imagination behind me,
I begin assembling.
I don’t know anything, so I seek
directions, following the path
of ants from your palm, out
the apartment door to
a beach. Is this where I’m
supposed to ask if my hands on you
bend some light around shade? Maybe
I’m not ready for the answer. They say
art imitates what we can sculpt or write
or just see when we turn ourselves
inside out. I can’t turn my eye away
from the sight of failure. The rain pelts rooftops.
I listen to the song, thinking
when the sun comes back,
beating down the door
in my head, I’ll salvage whatever sits
still long enough for me to render,
before anyone knows what really happened.

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