In praise of all things past,
Of the boulder rolling back down hill,
In praise of every ending, and chance at another beginning,
Of the endless hurling toward entropy,
In praise of shattering,
Of good hearts, of kind words, of service,
In praise of a lifetime of tribulation,
Of "i should be so lucky,"
"it's rotten work,"
"one must imagine,"
In praise of our Muses,
Of petrichor, of pollinators,
In praise of release, of detachment, impermanence, and the id,
Of our heroes, and our stories, and our motives,
In praise of growth.
Of, change. Of the maturation of all living things. Of aging.
In praise of the weekend!
Of Sundays, however spent.
In praise of dynamism, and tapering.
Of self-love.
In praise of ethics;
Of dilemmas, of guardian angels, of sundials, of barbed-wire fences, of wide-open pastures, of softness, of heartiness, of dandelions and sunflowers and weathervanes and windmills,
In praise of articulation,
Of authenticity, of anticipation-
In praise of LIGHTHOUSES!
Of storms and every port we find ourselves sheltered in,
In praise of the blood in our veins,
Of the stars, of hope and love and dissonance and repair,
In praise of the cracking:
Of cold ones and smiles and hearts and jokes,
In praise of support, in praise of comfort, in praise of rest,
Of absolutes, and abstracts,
In praise of gallantry,
Of humility, of chivalry, of dependability,
In praise of disappointment,
Of dashboard polaroids and handmade gifts,
In praise of arrival,
Of being, of becoming, of believing in,
In praise of the parable,
Of retrograde, of regression,
In praise of our hands, in praise of our hearts,
Of composure and the loss thereof,
In praise of loneliness.
Of the space of between.
In praise of the truth, even when it hurts.
Of kitchen dancing and porch swing sitting.
In praise of rocking chairs.
Of heirlooms. Of memory lane.
In praise of everything. All of it.
Everything. Of the joy.. and the pain.
In praise of loss. In praise of gain.
