pause for thought

Usually my mind is flooded...speculating, stewing..analyzing, imagining..meditating, musing & More.  Constant motion.  Jim knows this as he witnesses my sudden leaps from subject to subject. 

Usually I find my way to bed exhausted, but with a mind unwilling to admit the fatigue, swirilng on & on.  Jim suffers this as he falls asleep to arbitrary dissertations on "crazy legs"...perfect tenderloin...the fall of man...or All.

Right now ..and for the past few days, in fact...dear Jim has basked in a reprieve.  My mind feels blank at day's end and sleep comes overeasy.   I pause and no thoughts come.  

I wanted to Pause for Gratitude tonight (borrowing Kim's beautiful Sunday tradition), and the blank mind was replaced by one lone blaring thought - Gratitude for Jim and all that he is & does for me & mine.  Our life is far from flawless, but it is Ours, and its motion is mostly Forward.

To make up for non-babbling nights, hoping you'll come here for a replacement poem-not-dissertation from a stand-in e.e. cummings-not-Amy, the subject tonight is I (Amy-not-e.e.) am gratefully addicted to the We...good & bad, tears & glee, all in All, imperfect Perfection.

                          If

If freckles were lovely, and day was night,
And measles were nice and a lie warn't a lie,
Life would be delight,--
But things couldn't go right
For in such a sad plight
I wouldn't be I.
If earth was heaven and now was hence,
And past was present, and false was true,
There might be some sense
But I'd be in suspense
For on such a pretense
You wouldn't be you.
If fear was plucky, and globes were square,
And dirt was cleanly and tears were glee
Things would seem fair,--
Yet they'd all despair,
For if here was there
We wouldn't be we.

                                     e.e. cummings 

Comments

[Jill]

I'm envious of your overeasy sleep since it's 1:47am and I'm eating Cheetos at my computer because I can't sleep!

[Kelly]

Restless Mind Syndrome. I get that often. I enjoyed that bit of e.e. this morning -- thanks!

[rebecca]

Loved the poem... we are we, indeed. Nice "pauses for gratitude."

[Mandy]

I really liked this poem. I think I need to read more e.e. cummings.

[Michelle]

What wonderful poem. I will see you at the Scott's this weekend. I am making a salad for the reception, and have a time slot to help. What a wonderful week for a wedding!

[Michelle]

What a wonderful peom. I will see you this weekend. I will be helping over at the reception some, and am bringing a salad. It is such a beautiful week for a wedding!!!

[Annalisa]

We saw some old friends this summer and as I launched into a seemingly random transition, my friend laughed and said he missed my conversations. You never know where my mind will wander next. But us crazy motionful minds make the best conversationist.

[Jordan]

Wonderful wonderful verse for my early Monday afternoon, missing MY "we". loving letting your prose wash over me once again. Thanks for the vicarious pause.

[Barb]

I liked your own poem you hid in your last paragraph.

[Shanon]

I feel like I am always thinking of a million things too! I'm glad it's not just me.

[Megan]

I enjoyed the poem. So often I find that I want things, people and me to be perfect, but if that were the case, it wouldn't be MY life. Thanks for sharing.

[carlo]

oh amy, i love this poem. i am tucking it into my anniversary idea file right now. i am thinking of writing my own we version and giving my scott both. perhaps framing the ee cummings version...love it. thanks so much for sharing...