I've been fairly lucky in my life. I had parents who supported me in every crazy thing I did, including abandoning a possible career in computer programming to go to graduate school to study creative writing. I have a wife who's willing to listen to 500 drafts of a poem until it's done. And my kids aren't too embarrassed with having a father who cries at movies like a pregnant woman sometimes.
I've had love and protection, even during the darkest moments of my life. That's pretty unusual. Yet, everyone deserves this. Everyone should have a person to go get ice cream with. To sit at a picnic table on a hot August day and lick away at some Mackinac Island Fudge or Blue Moon. It has made all the difference in my life, this human assurance.
Saint Marty hopes everybody reading this post has a Dairy Queen pal. Or at least a copper beech to sit under.
The Copper Beech
by: Marie Howe
Immense, entirely itself,
it wore that yard like a dress,
with limbs low enough for me to enter it
and climb the crooked ladder to where
I could lean against the trunk and practice being alone.
One day, I heard the sound before I saw it, rain fell
darkening the sidewalk.
Sitting close to the center, not very high in the branches,
I heard it hitting the high leaves, and I was happy,
watching it happen without it happening to me.
|Everyone deserves ice cream every once in a while|