Saturday, January 2, 2010
Skin
Skin remembers how long the years grow
when skin is not touched, a gray tunnel
of singleness, feather lost from the tail
of a bird, swirling onto a step,
swept away by someone who never saw
it was a feather. Skin ate, walked,
slept by itself, knew how to raise a
see-you-later hand. But skin felt
it was never seen, never known as
a land on the map, nose like a city,
hip like a city, gleaming dome of the mosque
and the hundred corridors of cinnamon and rope.
Skin had hope, that’s what skin does.
Heals over the scarred place, makes a road.
Love means you breathe in two countries.
And skin remembers—silk, spiny grass,
deep in the pocket that is skin’s secret own.
Even now, when skin is not alone,
it remembers being alone and thanks something larger
that there are travelers, that people go places
larger than themselves.
"Two Countries"
By Naomi Shihab Nye
Friday, January 1, 2010
Resolution-Making
2. Watch every Ginger Rogers/Fred Astaire Film I can find.
3. Cook something new each week.
4. Drink good amounts of Red Wine.
5. Yoga a few times each week.
6. Save money for more traveling.
7. Sit out on the fire-escape and watch the world go by more often.
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