28 Jul
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What Furthest Eludes

This is the poem that speaks to me today:

A Person Protests to Fate
by Jane Hirshfield

A person protests to fate:

‘The things you have caused
me most to want
are those that furthest elude me’.

Fate nods.
Fate is sympathetic.

To tie the shoes, button a shirt,
are triumphs
for only the very young,
the very old.

During the long middle:

conjugating a rivet
mastering tango
training the cat to stay off the table
perserving a single moment longer than this one
continuing to wake whatever has happened the day before

and the penmanships love practices inside the body. 

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