Jabberwocky

Let's not talk sense. Let's have room for the opposite. Let's revisit over and over that sea-stomach feeling of your eyes looking at stranger for the first time and your soul or heart or sense of blown-out hope rising up with an illogical "Hello again."

At the start everyone wants to compete. Reposition. Track tiny rings around each other, unroll words as a way of measure, use birthplace as weapons to be wielded. Everyone wants to see who's the best at really listening while also formulating the next brilliant response. No, wait. Let's all be friends with different targets that overlap, right here, right now, so far from whatever other fork is coming or gone.

I've been jumping concentric circles until I got so close to the middle of the blue-sky puddle it looks like a watery gasp, or a vortex that opens up on the known future. I've been learning new information second-hand about an absentee and juggling surface surprise with deeper reaffirmation. Let's live our lives like a puzzle whose image you already know and whose pieces you just have to slip into place: this is where we met, this is the first time a phrase from my mouth forced a smile from yours, this is the day we got married, no wait, it doesn't fit there, put that one aside for a second. Let's agree to work from the corners inward. It's too daunting, in this case, to go straight to the center.

I'm going to bounce hurdles with shoulders instead of knees. I'm going to take my challenges and hold them so loosely that they slip and blow from my fingers in the spring breeze. I'm going to wait in this window looking out on forever and trust, for once, for now, that its view hasn't been engineered or hallucinated. I'm going to get what I want.

Comments

[You can call me, 'Sir']

Your tenacity in boy hunting is to be admired. The boy probably doesn't realize how lucky he is. I feel qualified to say this because I'm a boy who once lacked insight and the basic awareness of these things. We're often the obstacle standing in the way of our own happiness and we'd be lost without a woman willing to knock the obstacle down on our behalf. You should do that. He'll be eternally grateful.

[Lyla Lou]

Your posts always amaze me=)

[jamelah]

For one thing, this post is delicious.

For another thing, yes, I believe you will.

[Greg]

My dear boy-happy liar, I feel that this time you may actually be in the big L. Nice post.

[schmutzie]

You are being featured on Five Star Friday:
http://www.fivestarfriday.com/2008/09/five-star-friday-edition-23.html

[littlewhiteliar]

Sir: He knows, and he is already in possession of an obstacle-knocker.

Lyla Lou and Jamelah: Thanks for your enduring support, even during my ... less comprehensible times.

Greg: Blasphemer!

Schmutzie: No! Not for this one! This one that doesn't make sense! Oh, the humanity.

[Capiz]

Reading over your blog makes me strangely nostalgic for hours wasted on the internet, and at exactly the same time strangely inspired to buy more plane tickets even though I only just got home. I miss you.