12.05.2010

Love Poem With Toast

Some of what we do, we do
to make things happen,
the alarm to wake us up, the coffee to perc,
the car to start.

The rest of what we do, we do
trying to keep something from doing something,
the skin from aging, the hoe from rusting,
the truth from getting out.

With yes and no like the poles of a battery
powering our passage through the days,
we move, as we call it, forward,
wanting to be wanted,
wanting not to lose the rain forest,
wanting the water to boil,
wanting not to have cancer,
wanting to be home by dark,
wanting not to run out of gas,

as each of us wants the other
watching at the end,
as both want not to leave the other alone,
as wanting to love beyond this meat and bone,
we gaze across breakfast and pretend.

- Miller Williams

3 comments:

Maria said...

I LOVE LOVE LOVE this! thank you so much for sharing!

taysa said...

Hi Sarah! Zac made me privy to your blog, and I must say I also love this poem. Hope you are well!

Shorty said...

Glad Zac sent you over here, Taysa! Hope you're doing well xoxo