Ross Gay, poet (20)

I am feeling zero inspiration today, so here's an easy—and always pleasurable—out: a poem by Ross Gay. Also, simply a reminder to feel joy, if and when it hits you. (See note at end.)

Wedding Poem

    for Keith and Jen

Friends I am here to modestly report

seeing in an orchard

in my town

a goldfinch kissing

a sunflower

again and again

dangling upside down

by its tiny claws

steadying itself by snapping open

like an old-timey fan

its wings

again and again,

until, swooning, it tumbled off

and swooped back to the very same perch,

where the sunflower curled its giant

swirling of seeds

around the bird and leaned back

to admire the soft wind

nudging the bird's plumage,

and friends I could see

the points on the flower's stately crown

soften and curl inward

as it almost indiscernibly lifted

the food of its body

to the bird's nuzzling mouth

whose fervor

I could hear from

oh 20 or 30 feet away

and see from the tiny hulls

that sailed from their

good racket,

which good racket, I have to say

was making me blush,

and rock up on my tippy-toes,

and just barely purse my lips

with what I realize now

was being, simply, glad,

which such love,

if we let it,

makes us feel.

11/26 Turns out I already featured the poem I posted yesterday, "Thank You," at the end of 2020. So today I did the unthinkable: I swapped it out for a different poem! This one does something of the same thing, though: it reminds us to "be, simply, glad." Which is much easier to do if you slow down and pay attention. Something I am continually trying to practice... Also, the illustration may say "gratitude" in Chinese or Japanese. Or it may not. I posted it originally with yesterday's poem, but I'm leaving it today because it's centering and beautiful. No matter what it actually says.