Poem for Day 26: Hinges

Hinges

 

Washing down the Prozac

with a honeymoon

Fingertips of greed stretch out before me and I

Stop

Patient with the moment

Eating blueberries like it is the first day of my last day

on earth.

 

Patiently waiting

to find the undercover wind

that rises in my ears to

unlock the door shut tight.

 

Please-

order me some comfort

have them put it in a cup where

I can hold it

stir it and drink it down

so

slowly.

 

Forget what you have been told

I remember how to get old

And it was to regret this day

and that one.

It is to go too fast

and not too slow like everyone assumes.

Patience makes you consider

and considering

leads to exploration

in everything that now demands our time.

 

Breathing is never overrated.

Words must be carefully formed.

Thoughts need mothers to make sure they behave

when the syncopants of misconstruction come to call–

the syncopants will always come to call.

 

But when we live more with the pace of our hearts

than at the pace of the world

We can securely close perfect doors.

-J. McIntyre