November 25, 2009

preparation

i look at you together and i see best friends. you see familiar and comfortable and funny. and something that feels like home. not the atlantic ocean leagues, not the utah sky in winter, nor coming in from nevada rain. natural force isn’t for everyone. i recognize the birds in you, predator/prey, falcon/nightingale. you said once you did not want to fly backwards. one step forward, six back. just keep that in mind. i know how hard this decision was for you, so i won’t argue it. all i’m saying is that i really hope you find that you made the right one.

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blue jay

you love me too, so quietly, behind your rib cage where you keep your heart like a prize songbird, only singing, only softly, only sometimes. you are so scared to loose the bird for fear it won’t return, for fear that for all your effort, it’s untrainable. and what good is a heartless girl? i understand, so keep the bird, no need to reconcile the wild and the tame just yet. i’ll paint wings on your back when you’re sleeping, i’ll loose out my own bird first to show you i’m unafraid. the nightingale is singing so softly, unafraid.

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“it’s better to live one day as a lion than a thousand years as a lamb.” —George Rodriguez

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“it’s better to live one day as a lion than a thousand years as a lamb.” —George Rodriguez

“This is the one.” The universe assures me from behind the counter.

“But I thought you said the last one was the one.” I reply.

“No.” Says the universe. “I sold you that one so you would know that this, this is the one.”

“Is there another one?” I ask the universe.

“I can’t tell you.” They reply. “It’d ruin the surprise.”