this is not about getting it right, figuring things out, or hitting a bull's-eye. this is not about an obsession with word choice or an exacting eye on grammatical correctness. this is not about pulling out all the stops with tricky literary devices. this is about looking at life one paragraph at time.
all poems and photographs
© by Maya Stein
all poems and photographs
© by Maya Stein
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Monday, April 16, 2007
the path
What if "our path" was less about where our "journey" was taking us, and more about the actual ground we were already walking on? What if "the path" were city street, a backwoods trail, a bedroom carpet, an asphalt driveway leading us to our own front door. Maybe one day the path is a set of well-positioned, proportional flagstones, and the next it's an incoherent, discombobulated mess of pebbles, tossed pennies, dead leaves and trash. Maybe the path is the distance between our car and the mailbox. Or a grocery aisle on a weekend afternoon. Or the inches we lean into to give our love a kiss goodnight. Maybe "our path" is exactly where we are, right now, not where we think we "need" to be.
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"It is good to have an end to journey towards, but it is the journey that matters in the end."
--Ursula K. LeGuin, writer & literary critic
"Or the inches we lean into to give our love a kiss goodnight." Right where we are...indeed. Lovely.
Love the use of words, and I second Marilyn's quote.
Perhaps...maybe. It is, so now what?
~GoGo
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