Something For Everyone
My friend Rosemary shared this with her friends this morning. It was a lovely gift. She might just change my mind about poetry one of these days!! I loved it and it brought tears to my eyes, so I am sharing with you. Link in the title goes to Maya’s blog.
Something for Everyone by Maya Stein
I want the water to fill your glass the moment
it sees your thirst.
I want the staircase to meet your footfalls.
I want the line to the freeway to move like breath.
I want the wind flattering your hairline, the rainshower
a welcome refreshment. I want the parking space to fit your car.
I want the birds on your back deck to warble in the exact way
they did during your childhood. I want the photographs
of all your holiday dinners buzzing with a certain unnamable
happiness. I want the dry cleaners to understand
your outrageous requests.
I want the man calling your house to survey
your thoughts on phone companies to remember
the evening is precious as silk. I want your new jeans to not
come undone in the wash. I want snow to land on your eyelashes
like it does in the movies, an etheric, slow-moving kiss.
I want a letter to arrive the moment
you feel most unwelcome of your own company.
I want the scent of lemons in the air. I want the power lines
overshadowed by the view your neighborhood offers at twilight.
I want the downtown ice rink to keep your fantasies aloft.
I want the moon to articulate your most punishing silence.
I want the willow tree revived and teeming, the broken daisies
resurrected and obstinate with brightness.
I want the labyrinth of what ifs narrowed
to a single, poignant sentence.
I want the tulips to be wild as clover, as fog, as good intentions.
I want your heart to cut through its own brutality,
for your body to see everything about you that’s beautiful.
I want love to come at you in thick pats of butter,
in strands of spun sugar, heavy and light as cream.
I want it to bathe your skin until you are nothing
but forgiveness, until your shadows have disappeared,
until all of your perfect right angles have collapsed,
until you are a curve of a curve,
and your hands slide forward and open
and are able, at last, to feel everything.
Thank you Maya. Thank you Rosemary.
BEAUTIFUL!
I hope you and Starr are off enjoying the holiday…
Merry Christmas!
Thanks for sharing, it is a wonderful poem.
I hope you and Starr enjoyed the day.
Best Wishes for a great 2010!
I love the word choice in this poem!
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i want it all, for me, for you, and for everyone that has, or is, going to read this!
thank you for this.. it is wonderful!!!
That Santa beating the kid and then tossing him in a sack is just plain effed up. Can you even imagine???
Hallie