(wonderful poet Alex Dimitrov he’s in last week’s New Yorker
has a long long poem about what he loves. A Poem Called Love)
What I Love is This Day:
beautiful as any, more beautiful than many.
What I love is sitting right here
on this porch not just a porch
holy unholy yellow room
candles and plants
many rocking chairs
flowers Dorian brought yesterday
drinking fake lattes with Peter
in a good mug from the dollar store
looking out at trees especially
the black locust with striated bark
listening to Ahava explain what she will
wear the first day of school (has to be purple
and unicorned) and then
reading a piece Maria sent about Frances Perkins
because today is labor day
going back to the flea market at the milk run
yesterday I bought ten bracelets for one dollar
wearing them all now
I’ll go back to buy more parchment paper for poems
and later today when the New Year begins
friends will come and eat brisket
made the way my mother made brisket there can’t be
too many onions and eating tzimmes
even though I am usually the only one who likes tzimmes
and dipping apples in honey hoping for all of us
every single person no matter what she knows
and believes no matter where she lives or who she voted for
no matter whether she happens to be Jewish or Bahai
that every single person has a chance for a good year.
Happy New Year Esther, and thank you for this inspiration. <3
Happy New Year and much love.