Does life advance like a novel?
\nA story with beginning and end?
\nHellos and farewells?
\nBut I know that is not so.
\nLife looks one way and another.
\nIt\u2019s what flies overhead,
\nstops at a curb, flirts,
\nor calls from a distance.
\nIt\u2019s why I sing, become afraid, cry.
\nIt\u2019s because life happens and I find it.
\nIt\u2019s because life is beautiful and disappears.
\nIt\u2019s because life breaks
\nand I can\u2019t put it together again.<\/p>\n
It\u2019s because I find love and it finds me.
\nIf this were a story I would not read it.
\nIf this were a story its logic would elude me.
\nBut, if it is a poem, I would recite it.
\nIf it is a poem I would search for words
\nto describe it.
\nIf it is a poem I would want someone
\nto laugh with me and say beautiful things,
\nmake love and quarrel,
\nand never say no if they want to tell me
\nwhy they are alive,
\nand want to kiss me before they leave.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Does life advance like a novel? A story with beginning and end? Hellos and farewells? But I know that is not so. Life looks one…<\/p>\n