\n<\/p>\n
Yes, I know my mind is a fickle little bee
doting on a thousand thoughts, but I\u2019m getting
better at chasing my mind back to the moment<\/p>\n
so I can see the spiderwebs making hammocks
the color of the moon. My son tries to photograph
a rainbow outside the car window. It\u2019s impossible,<\/p>\n
of course, this wonder, the trying to hold it.
But I do what I can. I\u2019ve stopped waiting to enjoy
the cinnamon tea. I take deeper breaths and listen<\/p>\n
to the flutter of strings floating down from caf\u00e9
speakers. I don\u2019t want to be a pilgrim of memory
anymore. I want to pop the champagne and salute<\/p>\n
this now, and this one with soft brie, dried apricots,
and the sunset celebration another anniversary
of light while I eat fists of grapes the same shade<\/p>\n
and sweetness of night. Congratulations, Time. Look
at you and your gorgeous minutes full of everything.
Three cheers for the temp agency that hired this<\/p>\n
particular day, these particular clouds, this set
of honking geese migrating through it. I want to be
better at being alive, so I\u2019ve been picturing my heart<\/p>\n
as a fox\u2014which means wild and nocturnal, not
terrorizing the neighbor\u2019s chickens. My love says
most equations in quantum field theory give infinity<\/p>\n
as an answer, which is not meaningful because all
infinities are the same. In that case, let\u2019s stop reaching
so hard for it. I\u2019ll take this infinity\u2019s morning where<\/p>\n
my son and I confused falling leaves for monarchs.
Every time we thought we saw a butterfly, it was
just a leaf with the gentlest falling. We laughed at<\/p>\n
every mistake, and he said, That was a beautiful I imagine my heart is my son\u2019s face, and I am back with starlings like dozens of music notes. Let me Yes, I know my mind is a fickle little beedoting on a thousand thoughts, but I\u2019m gettingbetter at chasing my mind back to the moment so I can see the spiderwebs making hammocksthe color of the moon. My son tries to photographa rainbow outside the car window. It\u2019s impossible, of course, this wonder, the trying<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":34854,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[55],"tags":[2788,19743,13853,5430,19742],"class_list":{"0":"post-34853","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","5":"has-post-thumbnail","7":"category-social-issues","8":"tag-beautiful","9":"tag-brimhall","10":"tag-confusion","11":"tag-poem","12":"tag-traci"},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/naijaglobalnews.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/34853","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/naijaglobalnews.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/naijaglobalnews.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/naijaglobalnews.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/naijaglobalnews.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=34853"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/naijaglobalnews.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/34853\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/naijaglobalnews.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/34854"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/naijaglobalnews.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=34853"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/naijaglobalnews.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=34853"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/naijaglobalnews.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=34853"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
confusion. <\/em>Sometimes when the moment doesn\u2019t offer
a praying mantis on the porch or a charismatic sky,<\/p>\n
in love with the day, its astonishments like hot-air
balloons, and the daily present of power lines strung<\/p>\n
be more bound to my living in each moment, be held
by this hum, that cloud, this breath, that shroud.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"