“I never tire of saying that” by Julia on the Greyhound

Saturday December 29, 2018
5 minutes
Man’s Search For Meaning
Viktor E. Frankl

I tire of saying certain words
I love you
It’s not on purpose but I know what I hate and I say it now to be clear and not cutting
But I never tire of saying what is bigger than me and truer than you
I say it with the inside of my cheek and the silk of my skin
I say it with the moon bearing witness
with the oven mitts on
with the bathroom door open
I want this
I don’t want this
I tire because the struggle of wanting and not wanting is one of deep diving
There is no around it
Above it
Under it
To travel down you have to go through it
And deeper still
The pain is exhaustible and yet there is no shortcut
No other way

“Virgin and Child” by Sasha at her desk

Sunday February 16, 2014
5 minutes
Perfect Happiness
Penelope Lively

When I found you, you were sleeping in a tire. I was afraid, then in love, then mortified that I’d been the one to find you. I called for the Officer, standing close to the gate, but he was too busy playing Tetris on his blue Nokia cellphone. I called for one of the others, but they were running on the track like a bunch of horses, they were too busy listening to the wind. I picked you up and you were heavier than I expected. I saw no other option but to hold your little ear to my chest, so you could hear my heartbeat and perhaps it would remind you of something familiar. I hid you in my jumper and went inside. I put you in the cupboard under the sink in my room. “Remember,” I whispered, “I’m your person now.” You smiled, a tiny baby smile, and it made me shine.