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© by Maya Stein

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Tuesday, September 30, 2008

how we are not alone


























because a light on the other side of the street reveals
someone more insomniac than you.

because the camera made its way into the carry-on,
not for the traveler, but those staying behind.

because the daisy, its boastful yellow,
begged for a closer look.

because you found yourself being stared at
by horses.

because the church bell rang precisely at noon,
and all of the stores slid closed.

because someone else’s charcoal fire
made your own mouth water.

because you are afraid of losing him
in a crowd.

because of the mournful sound of train whistles.

because your father let you see him cry.

because a palm against a cheek
steers the world into softer focus.

because the poplars insist on
weathering the winter.

because of lighthouses.

because of shadows.

because of a shared memory of perfume.

because of the sound of feet on cobblestones.

because of window boxes.

because of the man spinning pizza dough
like a circus act.

because the apple tree freed itself of dessert.

because you could hear the waterfall
from a mile away.

because she understands
your every look.

because the martini glasses came in fours.

because the cashier’s hand grazed your palm,
despite the coins between you.

because even if the first words fail,
the next ones won’t.

because the car in the next lane signaled left.

because of the stone wall you found in the woods.

because the dog returns at a single
whistle.

because of the brilliant descent of leaves,
and the pile that beckoned the neighbors.

because a handful of blackberries saved you
the last miles home.

because the stars look as if they’re winking.

7 comments:

Dale said...

Oh, wonderful!

conversemomma said...

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I'm not spam or a stalker, promise!

Di Mackey said...

Stunning!

Lol, do I always write that?
In this one you remind me of Micheal Ondaatje - a much-loved poet/writer hero of mine.

GailNHB said...

We are not alone because you see the world with such uniquely perceptive eyes and share your visions with us.

Because you keep showing us how to slow down and feel the grazing of the palm of the cashier's hand and the feel of the breeze in our hair and the warmth of the coffee on our tongues.

Thank you, Maya. And thanks also for the probing and eye-opening questions you sneak into your emails to me. I need every single one of them.

Anonymous said...

You are back! I was jonesing.

-g

girlzoot said...

Read this twice and then had to come back and read it again to remember another couple reasons of mine own to not be alone.

Thank you.

Jess said...

this is truly, truly incredible.
and it is honest.