a fundamental understanding of the nature of the universe
you went to hug me
I shook your hand
like a key that wouldn’t turn
there’s a fake sky painted
on the ceiling of this restaurant
much bluer than the real one
held at bay by thick windows
and sitar music
everyone in here is eating alone
as if that’s okay
one of the waitresses is singing
beside the door is a box
filled with slips of paper
imparting bits of wisdom
as if life can be changed
by words on a piece of paper
(which, of course, it can)
on the piano in your living room
you played me a song that your father loved
I sat on the floor and listened
glad to hear you writing again! it’s ok to take breaks, so says someone who knows and tries to believe it. 🙂
I love this:
you went to hug me
I shook your hand
like a key that wouldn’t turn
Thank you!
[…] These are a subtle variation of #1 above. For me, receiving a hug from someone when you didn’t expect that level of connection is a wonderful surprise. I find this happens most often in my work as an interviewer. I always shake hands with the artists I interview when I first arrive and that’s usually what happens at the end, too. But every once in a while the guest will give me a hug at the end, which feels great because it means we’ve made a real connection during the interview. These hugs always make my day. Once in a while, I mess them up. […]