I get it

[mazzie]

I've no right so early on a saturday morning
a saturday morning after a week of dismal lows and lovely highs
a week of destruction and disarray and demands
beautiful flowers, shining faces, music that makes me laugh 
the phases of the moon described with clenched fists held high
as planets and stars above pints of beer and apple martinis

I've left boxes piled in corners and in the middle of the floor
not unopened, but peered into and rummaged through
from time to time in search for something very specific
I still can't find my favorite black sweater
there were some things I left behind

so these last two weeks I've been stomping around
fighting with the bank and words and my heart
declaring from any rooftop I could climb atop
I'M HAPPY         and
I'M JUST FINE
adding to the clutter in my house
peering into places of hurt, rummaging through 
for something very specific
I still can't find the moment turned to dust
there were some things I left behind

I entreat the universe to be kind 
show me my strength
keep sending me books 
and the lazy crescent moon lying on her side
second hand Gurus and heartfelt prayers 
as boys riding on bikes
and potted plants loitering 
as amused bystanders
allow me to see the divine 
in all things
with four feet on the ground 
and an open heart 

Comments

[boliviafang.livejournal.com]

Amen.


l

[mazzie.livejournal.com]

since I read your comment yesterday, I have been smiling to myself periodically and thinking, 'livia knew it was a prayer. Of course she knew.
It delights me.

l.

[boliviafang.livejournal.com]

Well, I'm a delightful kinda person.
*preen*