how the light gets in.

sunset on the hudson last night.

waves of cold air wafting in from the water, but it didn’t matter in the end.

i still don’t remember much of what i mumbled to you. you’ve always been good at getting me to talk when i least should speak. i sigh as i clumsily overstep the self-set boundaries. we argue lightly about whether the better description of this particular mistake is my “Biggest” or my “Favorite.”

i bury my face in hair and chests and arms and shoulders. “you’re the perfect height,” is the common response, though i’ve always felt that i come up short.

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in.

– Leonard Cohen

i find the cracks that keep on growing.
it doesn’t matter what it means, but maybe it is that every year i fail at love.

i’m not sure if this is trying again,
but if so, it is with only faint knowledge of what failure might look like.
you’d think i’d be a pro at avoidance by now.
but, Beckett lends his wisdom.

no matter.

Fall again. Fall harder.
Fail again. Fail better.
yet Cohen is right, somehow Light keeps flooding in.

 ***

From TM:

I hope you remember that I’ve oft quoted this Sam Beckett and believe it in everything
(live it in everything)
I do, make, share, love:

Ever tried. Ever failed.
No matter.
Try again. Fail again. Fail better.

I’m not sure which it says about me:

I neurotically re-attempt an act whose outcome I’ve experienced as failure
or
I persevere.

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