before...

Typically I don't permit myself impulse buys.  I make myself answer questions first, like, do I really need (whatever that means, anyway) this? Or, have I noticed a void of this or that for some time?

I get to indulge this desire for instancy though, during blissful visits to the local library.

Last week I picked up 'The Second Child' - a collection of poems by Deborah Garrison. I have no idea why. I can't say that I really ever read poems. Not that I don't enjoy them. I just never... think of it.  So what a delight to curl up and peruse this little book of lovely one sunny afternoon.

I wanted to share a favorite of mine. For whatever reason... well, I think I know... it caused me to smile.

The Past is Still There

I've forgotten so much.
What it felt like back then,
what we said to each other.

But sometimes when I'm standing
at the kitchen counter after dinner
and I look out the window at the dark

thinking of nothing,
something swims up.
Tonight this:

your laughing into my mouth
as you were trying
to kiss me.