To Discoveries

wandering a stray from my tribe
i find new discoveries in abundance
yet more joy in the return

I just met Kaylin Haught’s delightful, powerful poem “God Says Yes to Me” in Patti Digh’s book Life is a verb(which I am, also, enjoying)

Since Jan recently nudged me to share another poem I forwarded to her, I had just enough inspiration to push past the wall of inertia to say, hey, have you seen these poems yet??

God Says Yes To Me

by Kaylin Haught

I asked God if it was okay to be melodramatic
and she said yes
I asked her if it was okay to be short
and she said it sure is
I asked her if I could wear nail polish
or not wear nail polish
and she said honey
she calls me that sometimes
she said you can do just exactly
what you want to
Thanks God I said
And is it even okay if I don't paragraph
my letters
Sweetcakes God said
who knows where she picked that up
what I'm telling you is
Yes Yes Yes

from the book In the Palm of Your Hand, by Steve Kowit

And, another one that has touched me enough to elicit multiple readings, which I first encountered in the book, Ten Poems to Open Your Heart by Roger Housden, and again yesterday in the new book I am reading, Saved by a Poem: The Transformative Power of Words by Kim Rosen

Kindness by Naomi Shihab Nye

Before you know what kindness really is
you must lose things,
feel the future dissolve in a moment
like salt in a weakened broth.
What you held in your hand,
what you counted and carefully saved,
all this must go so you know
how desolate the landscape can be
between the regions of kindness.
How you ride and ride
thinking the bus will never stop,
the passengers eating maize and chicken
will stare out the window forever.

Before you learn the tender gravity of kindness,
you must travel where the Indian in a white poncho
lies dead by the side of the road.
You must see how this could be you,
how he too was someone
who journeyed through the night with plans
and the simple breath that kept him alive.

Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside,
you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing.
You must wake up with sorrow.
You must speak to it till your voice
catches the thread of all sorrows
and you see the size of the cloth.

Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore,
only kindness that ties your shoes
and sends you out into the day to mail letters and
     purchase bread,
only kindness that raises its head
from the crowd of the world to say
it is I you have been looking for,
and then goes with you every where
like a shadow or a friend.
 
from The Words Under the Words: Selected Poems

life is good so why ain't i blogging - don't know  . . .