Madrona Park by Richard VinceHe told me he had jumped in the lake
To cool off: I could not tell if
It was sweat or water.
The beauty of the place will
Stay long with me: if I could have
Designed my own heaven, it would
Not have been bettered.
Would I even have seen it if
Things had gone to plan?
Or would I have enjoyed it even more
If I was not trying to live
In three moments at once?
The person I temporarily became
Would not have been good enough
For her; would not have been
A safe haven for her heart,
As I always hoped I could be.
By being the worst I ever was,
I was inadvertently the best
I could be: friend rather than
Heartbreaker.
Everything was electric, but
We were kept insulated
By our own distractions,
By our blessings in disguise.
As I climbed that hill in
The stifling heat, I did not
Think of her.
03/05/2018 Posted on 04/01/2018 Copyright © 2024 Richard Vince
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Posted by Glenn Currier on 04/01/18 at 04:23 PM So many good lines in this piece, Richard. Here's a couple I liked and that perhaps distill your main point: "If I was not trying to live
In three moments at once?"
As I read this the second and third time, it occurred to me that some relationships are best kept at a "friendship" level, best kept a tad more superficial than one would like. And in the end maybe this does save us from heartbreak. In retrospect, there are a couple I think of that I wish now I had kept at a more limited level for they ended up in hurt and alienation. In addition the two lines I quoted above remind me of a persistent problem I have, not being able to be in that one present moment that becomes the power of now. Thanks for this creative and thought provoking piece. I love it. |
Posted by Glenn Currier on 04/01/18 at 04:32 PM BTW, I googled images of Madrona Park and it does look quite lovely. I saw a mountain in the distance in one of the pics and it reminded me of a visit several years ago to Snoqualmie pass and peak in early spring when the snow was still deep. It was a special moment for me. |
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