Try to love everything that gets in your way:
- Alison Luterman, From the poem
Because Even The Word Obstacle Is An Obstacle
I encourage you to pick up a copy of the January 2010 issue of The Sun magazine, which contains 3 wonderful poems by Alison Luterman. One of those is the following:
Waking Up
Six-thirty in the morning, in the black belly of winter.
At the kitchen table he eats sausages and reads
the New York Times online, occasionally
chuckling or grunting. I sip coffee and write.
The cat is trying every strategy she can think of
to get onto his lap and closer to those sausages.
The fact that she fails again and again
does not discourage her.
She reminds me of myself, all the long years
I searched for exactly this and failed and fell,
over and over. Mingled smells of cooking and sleep,
the warmth of his absent-minded hand on my thigh,
surprise of long arms wrapped hard around my waist
as I stand washing dishes, the radio switched on
reminding us we are lucky, lucky, lucky.
I'm there at the sink now, writing done, rocking back
on my heels into the long curve of his body
that fits mine like a parenthesis fits the word it encloses.
News of the world's dangers and beauties
murmurs around us as the sun rises,
spreading a white veil over the yellow grass.
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