I've been back and forth about posting this and if I did, how would I tag it? It probably should be tagged #stateofthelil, but let's just consider this a writing prompt. For Now.
When I would try to explain myself to a significant person, there's this:
1) what I say
2) what I want to say
3) what I really mean
and on and on.
There Are a Few Things About Me That I Think You Should Know
When I say, “I don’t like to leave the house,”
I mean it depends on the house,
But give me a library of my own,
An expanse of desk, and some beautiful pens
And you would need a helicopter to airlift me
from my island.
When I say, “Don’t tuck in the top sheet,
I need to move my feet freely.”
I mean, if we let my feet breathe,
they won’t run off.
When I say, “It takes one person to have an idea,
but two to form a committee and call a meeting,”
I mean that I do play well with others
And like to create something out of nothing,
even this relationship.
If we try to spin straw into gold
A beautiful sheet of straw might emerge.
When I say, “I prefer booths and baskets,”
I mean, if I have to leave the house
Eating out should be a picnic -
The table, spread before us like a library shelf.
There are a few things about me I think you should know:
But what’s essential is invisible to the eye,
Every trip includes an unknown destination,
And the self you present to me, your relative self, is yours only for now.
Edna St Vincent Millay wonders, “If I were starving,
Would I trade my memory of this night for food?”
Her answer, “I do not think I would,” is my answer too.
and when I say that I stopped eating when my heart was broken,
It’s not so much that my heart was broken,
As this: When roads diverged in a yellow wood
He went down one path thinking there was a pretty forest that way,
But found only a steep cliff.
I stood looking a long way down the other path and through the trees
and saw only that it looped back around,
To where I was standing.
And finally, when I say there are a few things about me
That I think you should know,
I mean all that I am
All that I show you or give you
Is as substantial as the vegetables I cut every morning and put in your lunch
As substantial as the broom I put behind your fridge
or the three-way bulb I put in your three-way lamp.
I mean that I don’t know yet
What you need to know
to go with me down the road and into the yellow wood
And neither do you.
We won’t know until we get there.
What about you, hubski?
Are there a few things about YOU, that I should know?
Footnotes: The Little Prince, Martin Buber, Robert Frost, the Torah, "Love is Not All" (sonnet by Edna St. Vincent Millay)