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so I've been thinking a lot recently about holidays and humbuggery and grief-as-echo, a lasting resonance that follows you but also hums reassuring to others in meeting and more so on these special days -- days with more significance, somehow we need protective layers, diffidence, sweaters (made by hands to extend an embrace) and the busy trap and email and the coldness of space (so many messages hurtling through, bleeping demands or attesting sweet nothings) competing with the cadence of now and sleep (why do we lie here) and the fading of the light (rage!) and the turning of the seasons and burning of the colors always this same flash against the gray that follows (what would we do without fall) and kindness and gentleness (the intentionality of brushing shoulders) and silliness and joy (how laughing can ache) and costumes (a man dressed as a fish making eyes at a rocket ship sidling by) and love, and narratives, this one tied to her, that pulse a beat strong between you, and you inexplicably orbit them, in loops while he soars in an uninhibited trajectory unrelated, so he thinks (for now) and mitzvahs, generosity as a command and a blessing you must be good (you really must try) november 2015, copyright sarah hirsch |
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