The Gods have spoken. The saints have arrived.
I have often been accused of thinking issues and situations to death. Once a thought or a desire or a goal grabs hold of me I become 200% committed to making it happen. It does not matter whether it is realistic or not. I am determined that I will make it happen. If I am taking a test I will spend more energy willing myself to pass than I might in preparing to take it. If I have decided that the God of my understanding with the help of all the saints who have preceded me have sent this stranger who is within 1000 yards of my sight as THE lifelong partner – the partner who is going to be amazingly passionate, emotionally and spiritually healthy, interesting, self-supporting and a wealthy socialist with a clear conscience then so be it! It will be so!
It was this very attitude I carefully packed before taking a trip to the Jersey shore some years ago. I arrived, settled into the condo a friend had generously lent me, and headed out for dinner. As so often happens in resort communities the restaurant and bar had a singer that night – a Linda Ronstadt double in looks and talent. Instantly, just as I sat down, the saints arrived to remove my heart and hand it on a borrowed platter to this vision. Since she was now in possession of my heart, I had no choice but to plan the surgery which would insert her heart into the space vacated by mine. Time was of the essence. Not only was my stay to be brief, but I assumed she was in town only for the weekend gig. I grabbed my pen, tore out a journal page and jotted down the poem which would tear at the binding which held her heart.
My love, my love, my love
The Gods have spoken
Tonight
Tonight
Tonight
We will seal our love with a kiss
The beach
Midnight!
The waitperson delivered the announcement. Yes, not a poem. An announcement of the fate which had been sealed.
Of course she joined me. I now wonder why, but then I knew, of course, it was because the Gods, through my announcement, had made it clear that her destiny was my destiny and …
So began two nights of walking on the beach with my intended.
I did not need mere food or water. My cup runneth over with her beauty. I knew the next stop was the Justice of the Peace, home, children, and eternal bliss. Her melodious voice would nightly serenade me. The children would complete the family singing sensation.
Time to leave. “Alas, alas” she says: “I must go home to my fiance.” What I say? Tell him. Tell him that the Gods have spoken. The saints have exchanged our hearts. We are one. Call him! “No,” she says “I cannot go with you.” You can, I say. She floats away, the aspiration she obviously is.
I drive out of town tears streaming down my face. I cannot see to drive. I drive back to town to her hotel. I drive out of town. I drive back. Finally. I must accept that she is gone and I drive home.
For days and then weeks I write poem after poem after poem. Yet…
562 words
Written January 11, 2017
I have often been accused of thinking issues and situations to death. Once a thought or a desire or a goal grabs hold of me I become 200% committed to making it happen. It does not matter whether it is realistic or not. I am determined that I will make it happen. If I am taking a test I will spend more energy willing myself to pass than I might in preparing to take it. If I have decided that the God of my understanding with the help of all the saints who have preceded me have sent this stranger who is within 1000 yards of my sight as THE lifelong partner – the partner who is going to be amazingly passionate, emotionally and spiritually healthy, interesting, self-supporting and a wealthy socialist with a clear conscience then so be it! It will be so!
It was this very attitude I carefully packed before taking a trip to the Jersey shore some years ago. I arrived, settled into the condo a friend had generously lent me, and headed out for dinner. As so often happens in resort communities the restaurant and bar had a singer that night – a Linda Ronstadt double in looks and talent. Instantly, just as I sat down, the saints arrived to remove my heart and hand it on a borrowed platter to this vision. Since she was now in possession of my heart, I had no choice but to plan the surgery which would insert her heart into the space vacated by mine. Time was of the essence. Not only was my stay to be brief, but I assumed she was in town only for the weekend gig. I grabbed my pen, tore out a journal page and jotted down the poem which would tear at the binding which held her heart.
My love, my love, my love
The Gods have spoken
Tonight
Tonight
Tonight
We will seal our love with a kiss
The beach
Midnight!
The waitperson delivered the announcement. Yes, not a poem. An announcement of the fate which had been sealed.
Of course she joined me. I now wonder why, but then I knew, of course, it was because the Gods, through my announcement, had made it clear that her destiny was my destiny and …
So began two nights of walking on the beach with my intended.
I did not need mere food or water. My cup runneth over with her beauty. I knew the next stop was the Justice of the Peace, home, children, and eternal bliss. Her melodious voice would nightly serenade me. The children would complete the family singing sensation.
Time to leave. “Alas, alas” she says: “I must go home to my fiance.” What I say? Tell him. Tell him that the Gods have spoken. The saints have exchanged our hearts. We are one. Call him! “No,” she says “I cannot go with you.” You can, I say. She floats away, the aspiration she obviously is.
I drive out of town tears streaming down my face. I cannot see to drive. I drive back to town to her hotel. I drive out of town. I drive back. Finally. I must accept that she is gone and I drive home.
For days and then weeks I write poem after poem after poem. Yet…
562 words
Written January 11, 2017
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