On the Occasion Of My Fifty-Seventh Birthday
After Annelyse Gelman, “How to Pray”
It is not the perfect, but the imperfect, who have need of love. It is when we are wounded by our own hands, or by the hands of others, that love should come to cure us – else what use is love at all?
- Oscar Wilde, “An Ideal Husband”
Bless the missteps, the stumbles, the chances lost
Bless the heaviness
The memory of those things brings
Bless friendship abandoned
Love unrequited or forsaken
Opportunity squandered
Bless the gentle Spaniard
With eyes of softest brown
Whose lips you kissed
and hand you held
On a Peace March
In Nicaragua, 1990
Then lost at a rally
And never found again
Bless the dear Dutch friend you made in Ghana
So funny, so quirky, so kind,
Who said if you don’t write back this time
She wouldn’t write to you again
And why, oh why, did you not?
Bless the friend who,
In your solo performance days,
Gave you the phone number
Of a major producer
He was sure would like your work,
And bless that younger you,
Pre-caller ID you,
Who sat with that number
Hot in her hand
Dialing and hanging up
And dialing
And hanging up again
Bless regret
Oh bless regret
Bless envy too
Bless the moments your heart feels wrung out
Bless every smooth road you bypassed
And every bumpy one you chose to walk
Or skip
Or dance down
Bless each land where you roamed
Each stage where you performed
Each word you wrote
Person loved
Baby birthed
Bless friends gathered around your table
And those whose circles you join
Bless the moment when your heart
Aches with the fullness of a bright autumn day
The painful love
For the children growing
Family and friends
coming and going
Leaves changing color
Dogs licking and wagging
The very air
Now cool, now warm
Bless the wide purple splotch
You put in your hair
the day before your birthday
You meant it to be a semi-subtle streak
Subtle, it is not
Bless the Miley Cyrus song Flowers,
That filled you with joy
When it entered your mind
at the Farmers’ Market
on your birthday.
You’d just texted D, your wasband,
Asking him to get you flowers (knowing
As you do, that if you ask
For what you want
With great precision,
You won’t be disappointed)
But then the song came to you—
…I can buy myself flowers…
—And you saw the dahlias,
Fresh, ebullient, variegated,
And texted back, never mind,
And bought yourself
Two bouquets
One for the kitchen
One for the sunroom
(Bless how happy those flowers made you, and how that joy was undercut when you showed D the video and he walked away halfway through because he didn’t like watching Miley “humping” herself, and how the joy came back full force when GV played the song for you on the phone later while you were out walking the dogs, and GV danced to it at her house, and you sang and danced down the sidewalk, leashes in hand, never mind the looks from the passing cars, just as you’ve done since you were a child, and as you will continue to do into old age and beyond, if there is a beyond, because if there is a beyond, you sure hope you can sing and dance there, because if you couldn’t, what would be the point?)
Bless the photos
Of the lopsided purple splotch
You posted to social media
Referencing the children’s book
“The Beautiful Oops,”
Using it as metaphor
For the way life
Doesn’t always go as planned
And bless you deleting the post
Five minutes later
Having decided you hated the photos
But somehow people kept liking
And commenting on it
For another two hours
Until you finally decided the universe
Must be sending you a message about acceptance
And maybe the photos were okay after all
And then
all at once
The post disappeared
And you couldn’t find it anywhere
Not even in the trash
Bless the dinner at Aventura
with the beloved wasband
And the beleaguered waiter
Who messed up the order
And kept apologizing
over and over
Throughout the night
Bless the churros
With hot caramel and chocolate sauce
Which D called an elevated version of churro
The perfection of the form
So you brought some home
For fifteen-year-old E
Bless the look on E’s face
As he savored each bite,
Saying mmmmm and where did you get these?
Bless his sweet enjoyment
Bless that he got just how amazing
Those churros truly were
Oh bless it all,
The sweet and the bitter of it
The clumsy and graceful
The foolish and the wise
Bless it
Today and always
Oh
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