I have tried for over 30 years
to describe what life feels like here on this porch.
Functional medicine doctor I consulted with
last week for nutrition (I did not like her. I am not
a good candidate anyway for nutrition consultation.
She declared: People With Hashimoto’s Should Never
Ever Eat Any Gluten. And I Mean Never). But she did say
one interesting thing: describe your sleep from inside out.
And although I couldn’t do that about sleep anyway
I wish I really wish that I had the skills and the vocabulary
and the insistence and persistence to tell you to really
and truly and honestly describe what it feels like to sit right here
in the very same spot an old divan with broken springs covered
by many different pieces of cloth, one from Tibet, a gift
from Breena, and I face out into what no one would call
a spectacular view. We are not on a mountaintop, not
facing farms, and yet this beauty, this deep true beauty, green
unlike any other green, sky the soft blue the sky can sometimes be,
and sun, always sun even when there isn’t any, I wish I had
the capacity, the way some writers do, to tell you in a way
that you would know and understand, that you would feel
and experience what real true beauty is, and love.
One of my favorite poems, one of my favorite places, two of my favorite people... Love, Keith
You just did... love it.