by Darryl Price
When you say they were too big, too wild, they weren't too big to be giants.
Giants are meant to dwarf things. They can't help it. They're not trying to make you
feel helpless to give them a haircut. They just grow fast. But they have sorrows you
can't understand. They meet the storms first head on. They stand in the way of lightning
and hail. They take a beating before you even know it is snowing or raining. They
looked pretty happy to me, even with their large lot in life. They made me feel
safe. And now they are gone, and like so many other instances of gone, without goodbyes
or hugs inside the dreamy brain. The only mourning that can take place is without them,
like an empty bowl of fruit, they are eaten away. There is nothing left but a
story of once there were giants but now there are none. Just dark patches of dirt.
Just extra light. An empty little forest and not much to tell. The tree looks confused.
The street lamp acts ashamed. Birds have lost a map. Perhaps this is progress. They can
make you appear to have never existed. Can flatten the earth where you once stood. They
can erase your presence. They can make you feel something else because there's nothing else to
feel. And that is the end of that. Amen, and don't forget to brush your teeth.
Might as well look good as the dust becomes your only deeds. Goodbye, my lovely giants.
Saturday, June 15, 2013
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We've all made the mistake of thinking we are better than we are. We are equal at the end of the equation. I know in my life I've done incredibly stupid things. I've left myself and that abandonment has caused harm. Maybe there's no way to not be wounded, but there are better ways to act, to feel, to build, to rearrange, to heal. That's what I'm interested in--how can we repair the world and our selves? Must we always resort to destruction to start things over? Or is there a more beautiful way? A more delightful way? A more soothing way? I think so. But since I am only one person I cannot do more than be. Be kinder. Be always forgiving. Be understanding. Be open. Be willing to give a love that never fails even if we fail in the attempt. Be laughter. Be songs. Be listening. Be creative. Be aware. Celebrate even as you're fighting back the tears. Because our friends deserve it.
We deserve it. Because we have made our choice. And it is the right one for us if it's the one for all of us.