When We Were No Longer
Afraid of the Beautiful / October 2001
After the day the
unimagined played out like a movie we had forgotten to write, we said to each
other that everything had changed. We held our breaths. We held the door open
for each other and thanked the CTA worker for the free ride.
We felt ashamed, our irony
exposed for fraud. All that pretending we were above it all when really we had
no idea what we were talking about. Blindfolded dancers along the volcano.
What a relief. To stop and
smell the flowers, even. To be cliché. To salute a hero, say the pledge, sing
the hymn, unburdened of that ironic distance. Weary with the effort of holding
everything at arm’s length, our arms suddenly so very tired. We let them drop.
Let it hit us. Damn. Who knew?
I want to hold on to this awareness.
Already, I sense it slipping, our impatience again returning. Yellow ribbons
suspended at the ready, but we aren’t good at waiting. Quick and big.
Wholehearted and no holds barred—our charm, our beauty, our flaw.
Tired of waiting for the
drama to pick up again, we turn surly. But still we see. The way fall turns on
us, first stunning and benign, then nasty and undressed. Exposing what was
there all along underneath the haughty green.
beautiful and nuanced. no one is off the hook. thank you for sharing.
ReplyDeleteSO gooood! I'm really glad you thought to post this. What will you do with it now? I love the last bit about fall turning on us.
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