Tristan

Learn the alchemy true human beings
know: the moment you accept what

troubles you’ve been given, the door
will open. Welcome difficulty

as a familiar comrade. Joke with
torment brought by the Friend.

Sorrows are the rags of old clothes
and jackets that serve to cover,

then are taken off. That undressing
and the naked body underneath, is

the sweetness that comes after grief.
Rumi

[every word, every line resonated so deeply within me last night I want to share it with you]

I love your sunshine.

Your warmth.

Wearing flip flops everywhere.

The Fringe Theatre Festival – waiting in steaming heat with everyone else to watch the unexpected.

My anticipation that starts in June for what may be in the coming months.

Saying Yes! to an invitation to be in an art gallery exhibit next week. For which, I’m almost finished my painting. This makes me nervous and excited.

Quiet afternoons, reading on my balcony, listening to the summer sounds of the city. Having nothing else to do.

Feeling the growing anticipation for the summer movies and then relishing in the spectacle of them.

Watching my basil plant soak up the sun on my kitchen windowsill.

The tranquility that flows through the air when the sun’s shining and all is right.

I waited for the last bow.
That last triumphant bow.
When the final bravo
Echoed into the distance of my mind,
I dared to peek behind the curtain.
My eyes watered.
Shock, anger, rage, curiosity.
Backstage didn’t match the show.
What are these props?
Placid nothingness.
Torched signs.
Nakedness.
The drama on stage
Came out of these?
I waited a lifetime to come backstage.
I’ve been chasing my own tail.
It makes me hysterical.
I want to laugh.
I want to cry.
I want to shred these last steps.
Pull them out, throw them into…

Accept my gratitude.
It’s overdue.
You protected me all this time.
My clothes, sheltering me
From the dangers outside.
I can’t hold it all.
Comprehension fluttering in my palm.
The sun’s coming up.
Slowly, slowly…