The power to stand.

4/28/2013

Love is not a sticky dollop
of sentimental goo
too anemic to face storms.
(Who needs impotent fluff like that?)

Love is the fortifying iron
from which you sprang.
It is muscular enough
to stabilize you
whenever you feel
droopy or weak.

Love lights the Sun.
It enforces gravity.
It knits fetuses
into perfect lil' beings.

We always have access
to this power to stand.
The trick is to simply remember.

So don't just look at tulips. Listen to them.
And all of Nature, for that matter.
That way, you won't ever forget.

4 Comments

Monica link

4/28/2013 05:10:22 am

Beautiful! I thought it was V-day for a second!

Erika Harris link

4/28/2013 05:20:15 am

LOL! Every day is V-day :-) Love *your* fresh-cut roses, btw!

Alice Aird

4/30/2013 12:48:22 am

Hi Erika! Love the poem - and I miss you!
love, Alice

Erika Harris link

5/4/2013 08:25:00 am

Aw, I miss YOU, dear Alice! Thanks for popping by!

Sending hugs,
Erika

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An Existential Journal

The question "How are you?" is PROFOUND.

But it has been watered-down to a synonym for "Hello."

Forced or fake auto-responses of obligated okay-ness are expected.

(And if you are going through something tragic, it really doesn't matter! Every social encounter OPENS with this well-established Ritual of Insincerity.)

The question "How are you?" prompts an answer that begins with "I AM _____________."

This means many times each day, you are invited to SPEAK THE MOST POWERFUL STATEMENT that can be spoken of yourself.

And the socially-expected thing to do, is be QUICK + SLICK with your answer.

For a change... TAKE YOUR TIME, and tell your truth. ✍🏾