They come, these holidays,
\none after another,
\ncommemorating everything,
\nobservances, rituals, parades,
\ncards,
\ntwo a day,
\nthree a day,
\nevery day a holiday,
\nsomewhere banners, flags,
\nbut enough is enough.<\/p>\n
I wish to celebrate the little day,
\nthe lonely day,
\nthe day I walk the streets
\nwatching my shoes.
\nThe day when nothing
\npasses my window.
\nThe day my love refuses my lips,
\ngoes away.
\nThe day when no one calls
\nand my heart needs to hear,
\nto speak,
\nto linger with another voice.<\/p>\n
It is that day,
\nat the bottom of the bag,
\nthat\u2019s been ignored,
\nthe day the world forgot to shine,
\nto yell,
\nto bring rain.
\nThe day tears dried
\nwithout fingers to find them.
\nIt is that day I wish to establish
\nas the day no one wanted,
\nno one cared,
\nnothing happened,
\nexcept I noticed.<\/p>\n
I opened myself to its loneliness
\nand praised it
\nfor its wanting to be observed.
\nIts beautiful plainness,
\nits patience and gratitude,
\nlike the bottom of a cup
\nwaiting for something to hold,
\nto receive a toast, a libation.
\nLike a person whose life
\nhas been ignored.
\nThat day I will celebrate.
\nThat person I will grasp and hug,
\nand laugh with,
\nand give them a day
\nno one wanted.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
They come, these holidays, one after another, commemorating everything, observances, rituals, parades, cards, two a day, three a day, every day a holiday, somewhere banners,…<\/p>\n