One Of Life’s Blessings
Survived that flight sleeping, it was days ago
and in the buzzing unreality of airports
the whole trip was reduced to a dream
and stored in my head
Today, Tuesday by Frida Hyvonen
[whisper the names of towns in your dreams]
Remember that you came back for a reason. Remember that you’ll go away again. Nothing is permanent.
And then, just as books and gardens and food and friends and bicycles and living [somehow more] right are making sense, you realise that there are truths you should be considering. You may have looked at it before, but then there’ll be that instant when you finally pay attention and something buzzes and you have recognised a path you need to take.
