Monday, February 02, 2009

Periwinkle Blue & Silver Shoes

A clean bedroom with my beautiful comforter (thank you, The Good Bird,) and my lovely duvet. A bit of blue sky and Florida up ahead, beyond that, Chicago and a big dose of people that I love. I have this real hold on things right now and I am loving that feeling.

I read a poem today that reminded me what it is about marriage that I will someday want in my life again.

Cleaning Out Zaide's Apartment
by Yehoshua November
— for my grandparents

His scent still lingered in the black heat
of his darkroom, where he spent decades
developing his meticulous world
of insects and flowers.
Boxes of slides
lay piled on top of one another.
Holding one to the lamplight,
I entered a different universe,
where moths silently cling to the stems
of roses.

In the bedroom
we found tie clips in the shape of airplanes
and then the slender, fragile model planes
he had built from scratch and hand-painted
bright blue with yellow emblems on the wings.

And in every drawer,
countless notes she had written to him.
He must have saved them all,
each one wedding the mundane to a private world
only the lovers themselves could know:
Hard-boiled eggs on the stove. I believe in you.

2 comments:

theKate said...

I was looking for the poem you were talking about in class and I think I found your blog.

a-smk said...

I think you just might have at that. Welcome. I am the queen of redundancy but what I love I love and this poem just hit me in b/w the eyes that day.