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Even though I am behind on my mail and I keep piling up letters and cards to send over to little miss Katie in Australia her mail keeps coming to me. In small pieces and all made with a creative personal touch and all filled with her love. I miss her and I have been horrible at writing her back. I have packages and partial packages all around my room that I keep meaning to send out.
Anyways, Katie wrote to me of things that made my heart swell. She reminded me of who I am and what I am looking for and I know she'll understand why I am so moved by this book I just finished. Why I feel like it was written for me alone and how it relates to my life so much. I did a poor job at explaining it because I was rushed this weekend. Again, anyways, Katie included a poem as she does often and this is what it read:
climbing back up out of the ooze, out of
the thick black tar.
rising up again, a modern
lazarus.
you're amazed at your good
fortune.
somehow you've had more
than your share of second
chances.
hell, accept it.
what you have, you have.
you walk and look in the bathroom mirror
an idiot's smile.
some go down and never come back up.
something is being kind to you.
you turn from the mirror and walk into the world.
you find a chair, sit down, light a cigar.
back from a thousand wars
you look out from an open door into a silent night.
sibelius plays on the radio.
nothing has been lost or destroyed.
you blow smoke into the night,
tug at your right
ear.
baby, right now, you've you it
all.
another comeback - charles bukowski