Syriana
today was full of the awareness of happiness, much like
realizing the presence of an insistent electric hum
in an office building: at the cafe,
chatting mundanities with a stranger, i thought
take note of this moment: i am happy right now;
there were people all around us and i was
not alone on a train in eastern europe at night or
whipped back by loneliness in a cold house, not even
mildly discontent, no, it was like how one must feel when
coming out of solitary confinement and onto
the outdoor penitentiary grounds, everything so white, everything
suddenly much more real than it had been before.
same thing happened at the movies. there we were,
sitting in the dark while the world went on without us,
and i asked so many questions but no one even got annoyed,
i never even figured out the plot but i understood still
i am happy, i am so happy right now.
because we choose these moments like a new pair of pants
so we ought to wear them with pride.
In other news, my little (surrogate) brother is so cool. I continue to be so grateful not for blood relationships, but for the real idea of what family is.