Reflections

Well, today’s Blogging 101 assignment is to create a post for our ideal reader (but no pressure).  So, if you happen to be my ideal reader, you will think this little bit up here is terribly witty, and the poem below is moving or brilliant or any number of other positive adjectives. I’m not fussy.  And you would also work in the field of publishing, and want to pay me to publish this, along with some of my other work, in a real book (as opposed to a make-believe one).  Because even though all of us writer-types like to blog, we really want our words in real, paper and ink books. So, here that poem:

Self portrait by Vivian Maier

Generally when one tries to tinker
with eternity
it does not end well.
The stoutest knots
come undone,
and ends once again
flap loose.
But still there is this
hope
for a sense of
grand purpose,
or at least a
reason to get up each morning,
to brush one’s teeth,
to wash,
to put on one’s  shoes,
and so on.
And in the meantime
one goes on,
for there are children to be fed
and dishes to be washed
and bills to be paid,
despite the
receding hallway filled
with an overflow of empty boxes
and failed attempts.
And sometimes,
amid the clutter and minutia,
without realizing it,
we get the lighting
and the composition right,
and just sometimes in our wake
we leave something
beautiful.