poetic distraction

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We had a wonderful weekend of, well, not much, and it could not have been more wonderful.  I made breakfast-in-bed on Sunday, and then used my good deed to convince Jon to do a rah rah rah project with me.  Of course he didn’t need much convincing, but he asked if I’d take a new work picture of him first, and if we could see Gravity in 3D after. Yes and yes, check check check.

I got a little playful with his work request, and drove us to a hotel downtown known for luxurious work spaces.  Jon got new photos for the company directory and LinkedIn, and I had fun pretending I needed a new company photo too.  Would either of these work?
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After Jon got the most serious pictures possible (and I got the most silly, of course) we did a rah rah rah project that I’ve been looking forward to for a while: decorating bus-stops with poetry packets.

I did the gratitude experiment last Friday, and my list of things to be grateful for looks something like this:
1. Family
2. Friends
3. Literature
4. Comedy
5.  Art
6. Poetry
7. Chocolate
8. Sunny days
(The order gets confusing after #2)

I wanted to incorporate poems into my random acts of happiness, and I figured that people waiting for the bus (especially on a cold day) might appreciate a poetic distraction.

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I put 5-6 poems in each of the packets, but all of them included my  favorite:

Marriage
By Lawrence Raab

Years later they find themselves talking
about chances, moments when their lives
might have swerved off
for the smallest reason.

   What if
I hadn’t phoned, he says, that morning?
What if you’d been out,
as you were when I tried three times
the night before?

                          Then she tells him a secret.
She’d been there all evening, and she knew
he was the one calling, which was why
she hadn’t answered.

                               Because she felt—
because she was certain—her life would change
if she picked up the phone, said hello,
said, I was just thinking
of you.

            I was afraid,
she tells him. And in the morning
I also knew it was you, but I just
answered the phone

                          the way anyone
answers a phone when it starts to ring,
not thinking you have a choice.

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18 thoughts on “poetic distraction

  1. Wow, what a great message conveyed through that poem. I have been caught up so many times in overthinking a situation whether it’s at work, home, or anywhere else. Sometimes, when we act instinctively and take the plunge as though we didn’t have a choice at all, it’s as if our subconscious mind already knows what decision to make and takes the plunge for us ;-)

  2. that poem brought a tear to my eye…i absolutely love it. thank you for sharing :) i take the bus every morning to work and would love to find that waiting for me!

  3. That poem just slays me! What a wonderful thing to receive to make a daily commute a little richer. I remember the days when I had a boring bus commute. This would have made my day! And yes, your new Very Professional Photos would fit right in on LinkedIn :) PS: I keep hearing that Gravity 3D really is that amazing. Do you agree?

  4. Wow! I loved your weekend and also your mass transit poetry on the go! What a great idea! I love that poem too! :-) I laughed out loud at you having a silly picture and Jon got the most serious photo ever! LOL! What a hoot! Have a beautiful Monday! (I followed you via Twitter, by the way) ;-)

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