Believe

Believe
by Maya Stein

Maybe the camera crew is at someone else’s house,
a spotlight haloing over another’s fleshy story.
Maybe the mailman is delivering the good news
to your neighbor, or a different city entirely,
and you come home to a rash of catalogues,
the second notice for a doctor’s bill, a plea
from the do-gooders for whatever you can spare.

Maybe you haven’t cleaned your kitchen floor in weeks,
forgotten to nourish the front garden, spilled too much
coffee in your car, weaving through traffic.

Maybe you are 10 pounds heavier than last year.
Maybe your skin is betraying your age.
Maybe winter is ravaging your heart.
Maybe you are afraid, or lonely, or furious, or wanting out
of every commitment you entered with such vigor and trust.

Maybe you’ve bitten your nails down to the quick,
chosen your meals badly, ignored the advice of those
who know you best. Maybe you are stubborn as a toddler.

Maybe you are clumsy or foolish or hasty or reckless.
Maybe you haven’t read all the books you’re supposed to.
Maybe your handwriting is still illegible after all these years.
Maybe you spent too much on a pair of shoes you didn’t need.
Maybe you left the window open and the rain ruined the cake.
Maybe you’ve destroyed everything you’ve ever wanted to save.

Still.

If anything, believe in your own strange loveliness.
How your body, even as it stumbles, angles for light.

The way you hold a dandelion with such yearning and tenderness,
the whole world stops spinning.

This caught my breath and my attention today. Found, once again, from the lovely and inspiring Andrea Scher. Thank you Andrea, this was perfect for me to read today. And I hope, for all of you as well.

Tara

PS: You guys don’t know this, but I have, since early childhood, had a special love of dandelions. In high school I wrote a poem I called Mr. Dandelion. Maybe my mom will see this and type it up for me – it is hanging up in her house…

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25 Comments

  1. LOVE!!!

    Umm, I’m pretty sure that you would LOVE, LOVE, LOVE the memoir our book club just did… It’s called Planting Dandelions and it’s LAUGH OUT LOUD funny and makes you cry at the same time.

    The dandelion reference is all about the beauty in the ordinary. I will definitely be coming back to it. So lovely.

    Thanks for all you share! Peace and love.

  2. Tara –

    Thank you for bringing me here (via Andrea), and for unwittingly gifting me a feeling of such abundance by sharing my poem with your readers. I’m in a state of awe for each of the responses here, and am overwhelmed with gratitude for you. There is a particular elation that comes with knowing one isn’t alone in the world, when it suddenly becomes so clear that this place is teeming with understanding and community. Thank you for reminding me that I and my words have such a soft and welcoming place to land. – Maya

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