“We all get habituated, right? You get up in the morning, have your coffee, and read your newspaper, and that’s great. Everybody loves life in its mundane, daily aspects. It’s what makes us feel secure. But I also start to go numb a little bit and I don’t see what’s around me. So I put myself in a new situation and suddenly I’m really seeing the person next to me, hearing music, and I’m smelling, and I can’t help but want to write it down.” WantFeelsWritingLittlesPersonsI CanHelpingNextBitsSituationMorningSeeingLittle BitAspectHearingCoffeeNewspapersGet UpSecureLove LifeMundaneNumbNew SituationsHearing Music Author:Dorianne Laux
“Someone spoke to me last night, told me the truth. Just a few words, but I recognized it. I knew I should make myself get up, write it down, but it was late, and I was exhausted from working all day in the garden, moving rocks.” ShouldWritingLastsMovingNightRocksLateGardenGet UpSpokesExhaustedLast NightFew Words Book:What we carry: poems Source: What we carry: poems
“Someone spoke to me last night,/ told me the truth. Just a few words,. but I recognized it./ I knew I should make myself get up,/ Write it down, but it was late,/ and I was exhausted from working/ all day in the garden, moving rocks./ Now, I remember only the flavor--/ not like food, sweet or sharp./ More like a fine powder, like dust./ And I wasn't elated or frightened,/ but simply rapt, aware./ That's how it is sometimes--/ God comes to your window,/ all bright light and black wings,/ and you're just too tired to open it.” ShouldWritingSometimesLightLastsRememberMovingNightBlackRocksSweetFineLateGardenWindowTiredWingsGet UpDustSpokesFrightenedExhaustedFlavorLast NightPowderFew WordsBright Lights Book:What we carry: poems Source: What we carry: poems
