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.