J. Entry 01012001

Happy New Year!  Maybe.  Awaken by the sound of the telephone, Susanna on the other end.  We went for coffee.  I had tea.  I gave her a copy of the book my poem 'Anangi' was published in.  Showed her the cd too.  Tears came, and went.  We are becoming part of each others lives again, becoming friends.  She showed me pictures of D.R. and the children from her job.  We talked about life and I told her about Jennie and about our conversational concepts of freedom, contradiction, and relationships.  She said if she was my shrink, she diagnose me schizophrenic.  I told her that's why I don't have a shrink and that I like it outside.  Things will be better when she lives alone, she says...

I spoke to jennie tonight.  I love her.  I am lucky to have a friend like her, to have her in my life.  She is so beautiful.  She doesn't judge Susanna even as she sees how I tend to torture myself.  I told her I want them to meet.  We talked about how its now been a year since we became friends and how it feels so much longer.  We laughed at the whys we pondered.  One little year.  Thank you to those who receive them.

Melting from the heat of life
Or this fire that glows throughout
My body sinks into a cavity of emotion
And I become a shade of grey
All of the colours yet only one
Another contradiction to toy with
And like the rest, divine...
I question if this is similar to that of his
This emotion of pure beauty
        of pure witness
To life, and each of its infinite dimensions
        of perceptions
To feel each and all of its tears
Of Joy, or sorrow, and.. of bliss
Unable to touch only one
Without the rest
Unable to deny the word or the dove
I watch a flock of birds fly rhythmically over my head
And taste the love of God
On the films of my eyes
I work like my fellow friends
Living this life moment to moment
And absorb it all
Touched by angels
And stained by blood
I take none for granted
Or at least, I try
Thank you
For every image
For every tear
For every smile
For every word
I have witnessed
By your grace

ⓒ 2001 Shawn Michael Quinn

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