A Few Good Words

here we are

to describe  grateful

to talk about birds

whose names we don’t know

and bright colored mushrooms because

of rain and because mushrooms

bloom when they want to bloom

colors you don’t know for mushrooms

sun feels more sun

because of rain and yesterday Delores

turned 86  she ate cake and cake

beautiful as Delores and because

Ahava is coming today and we

have sunflowers and eggs with orange yolks

and tabouli and Sharice Davis could be

the first Native American lesbian

congresswoman in Kansas and I finished

David Sedaris last night (David Sedaris!!) and we

will buy white peaches and know this day

unlike any other day  just like every other day

so full and rich of how extraordinary life

life  can be if you are lucky and if you are breathing

just breathing and if it is summer and if you have

a pen or a pencil and a few good words.

 

 

 

 

 

Esther Cohen
Let me tell you why I'm here, and why I hope you'll join me. I am here to poem, to play with words, to tell stories when I can, and to ask you for yours. Words are what I love, how I see, and what I say. Words are how I know my life, and how I find my friends. I'm here to ask you to join me. Right here. To send me your stories, and your poems. And to read mine when you can.

6 Comments

  1. So great to read this. Here’s the other message I received today:

    Flann O’Brien: “Anybody who has the courage to raise his eyes and look sanely at the awful human condition must realize finally that tiny periods of temporary release from intolerable suffering is the most that any individual has the right to expect.”

    Hmmmm.

  2. When I moved Upstate and experienced weather after thirty years or so, I thought snowy days and rainy days as wonderful as sunny days. Then, when so many rainy days bunched together, a sunny day would come with deep blue skies and piled high white clouds looking low enough to touch the barn bringing gentle, cooling breezes, I called my friend in the city to tell her – to lure her up here. She told me, it’s a keeper. Mark these days to recall when deep in Winter you long for them. So I do. Yet, I know each day is a keeper. And you, Esther, remind me not to discriminate but rejoice! Joy.

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