The last three days of the April Challenge, I write in a retreat on Embracing the Power of Paradox:
(1) Hearing Good News
Wholeness and happiness—
those secrets you hold like
warmth inside an igloo—
make your help possible.
Must you hide them? I would
smile with you even though
I lie here dying. Love
out loud. Let me touch it.
(2) Five Haiku upon Seeing a Japanese Mended Vase
Since you went away
I’ve repaired my broken heart
with Golden sun kisses.
It’s not like before.
Gold fills the scars preciously
and cools in the shade.
I am like an old tree—
knots and growths and parasites
are my adornment.
Each year I am stronger,
my cracks lovingly blended.
Your time was one piece.
The growth around you
is caress-like. I’ve no regrets
My branches spread wide.
(3) After Thoughts
Regrets non-existent, relief remains.
Look at the pillows smiling and candle
flames twinkling, fruit enticing. We frame
the picture, take it, draw our tiredness
into embraces. I look for my phone
and don’t have it. Panic blocks out the gifts
of –-. No—!
Ask instead what is offered
to me through this moment. I sit and miss
a beat. I envision where I left it,
plugged in and forgotten at home. I breathe.
The gift is a day like those of old when no
cell phone tugs at my awareness. Oh, wow.
A pattern shatters. I let panic go
and tell no one.
But the gifts keep coming
as someone brings water and another
offers me a ride home. My phone and I
will be re-united soon. I can put
it out of mind and return to the pillows
smiling. They are round footstools of comfort.
A blanket softens the chair, and so I lean
back, lift my feet, listen. Look at the room
enticing, candles twinkling. No regrets.
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© 2018 Susan L. Chast