Everyone’s got her basket
Everyone has her basket.
And in that basket
are all the things
a body gets
in a lifetime:
The long legs
the natural grace
The way with words
or people
or numbers
or animals
The force field that makes money
or love
or ideas
or children
come to them first
The gene soup
that makes eyes blue
stomachs sturdy
loins fruitful
brains prodigious
Even the luck—
the ponies
the Kojak parking
the pair of pants on sale
or the person of their dreams available
at the exact moment
where need and want meet—
even that
is in the basket.
There will be days
when you look down at your basket and marvel
at the wonderful
wonderful
things inside
And there will be days
when you cannot bring yourself to look
at all
or rather
where the only place you can look
is at the basket next to you
and with longing.
But every day
someone is looking at your basket
with longing
Every day
someone would trade baskets with yours
sight unseen
I have been
in all of those places
and mostly
I am grateful
for the grace
that forgave my foolishness
This is my basket
to carry
and uncover
layer by layer
day by day
year by year
And sometimes
story by story.
May your basket overflow
with beautiful things
of incomparable joy
and wonder
And when it does not
may you be visited
by the same grace that sat down beside me
to show me the beauty
and the joy
and the wonder
I could not see
xxx
c
Image by The Wandering Angel via Flickr, used under a Creative Commons license.
TOPICS: Poetry Thursday.
23 Comments, Comment or Ping
Pace
I’m really happy that you’re sharing your poetry with us these days. I love the way you write, but more than that, I love the you that shines through when you write. (:
Apr 16th, 2009
Laura
I don’t usually comment on blogs (ironically, since I do happy dances when people leave comments on mine), but this poem just blew me away. Really touched me – thanks for sharing.
Apr 16th, 2009
Antoinette
this poem speaks to me so much! and reading it, i had visions of an illustrated children’s book with these words on the pages…how cool would that be?! thank you for sharing it :)
Apr 16th, 2009
Amna (The Cuminist)
Colleen, your poem Totally Made Me Cry.
It’s true – we get what we get, thanks to the universe and the genetic lottery. And it’s a wonder. It’s good to be reminded.
Apr 16th, 2009
Julianna
nice
Apr 16th, 2009
the communicatrix
Thank you, all!
I’m really not sure if it’s poetry, but it’s definitely some weird, condensed version of me, so “poetry” is as good a moniker as any.
I appreciate the encouragement, as this particular idea is one that’s very near and dear to my heart—it was the central theme behind the Comic Play with Music my friend, L.A. Jan, and I wrote about our chronic illnesses. I’d been turning it over in my head for years, off and on, because I think it might be one of those image-ideas that could be useful for a lot of people in the midst of Grappling. There’s a lot of grappling going on now, no?
(An illustrated book? Hmm…)
Apr 16th, 2009
Bibliomom
If I were to die tomorrow THIS is a poem I’d want read at my funeral. I hope that you take that for the compliment that it is ;)
Apr 16th, 2009
Brenda
I’m so glad I stopped by to take a peak at your blog today, my birthday… this poem is a wonderful present. And “grappling” yes, that’s the word. Like so many things, I can’t wait to what you have to say about it Colleen. Cheers!
Apr 16th, 2009
Elaine
Thanks for this. I’ve struggled before to write something that says what your poem says, and I haven’t ever come close. Now that you’ve said it so well, I can take a deep breath and move on.
Apr 16th, 2009
Tessa W.
Wow, I’m speechless. This was beautiful and sad. Thank you.
Apr 16th, 2009
e.
Beautiful. Thank you for sharing it.
Apr 16th, 2009
the communicatrix
Thanks again.
Happy birthday, Brenda, and I hope *nobody* on this thread has need for this read at funeral proceedings anytime soon!
Apr 16th, 2009
Peggy Pierce
And in today’s basket, I found a friend who REALLY is battling with all that mess and junk which is in hers. So you sometimes stare down into others’ and find pain, then stare into your own seeing only beauty. Great, generous and glorious you are with the words. Gratitude for you commitment and effort and genius, P
Apr 16th, 2009
Peggy Pierce
YOUR commitment…my ooops!
Apr 16th, 2009
Angie
Awesome C! A great daily read, thank you.
Apr 16th, 2009
Doris Fuellgrabe
anything in your basket you’d be willing to trade?
like we used to with our lunch in kindergarten?
no? because every day you learn that there’s a reason for that particular item?
ok then…
;-)
Apr 17th, 2009
Marc Daniel
C-
That was beautiful. Not only do I feel better about my basket, I can now call my Doris Day parking Kojak.
Lots of love,
-M
Apr 17th, 2009
Alexis Ahrens
You DO know that you just wrote the thing that’s going to be passed along to the inboxes of eleventy billion lucky people, don’t you? Just beautiful, Colleen! Thanks for sharing your grace and your journey.
Cheers!
Alexis
Apr 17th, 2009
Mary K
What a wonderful ode to gratitude. Thank you so much for reminding me that heaven is all around us.
Apr 17th, 2009
the communicatrix
You guys! You’re so nice!
As long as it came up, the other thing I have been known to call “Kojak parking” is “celebrity parking.” Which has a nice cadence to it, but really, I like “Kojak” best!
Apr 18th, 2009
Alexis Ahrens
I call it “rock star” parking, and I get it every time. How does primo parking relate to Kojak? And … I was driving along while thinking of this very question, when I noticed a totally bald, Kojak look-alike bending over to pick something up off the street. A clue, perhaps?!
;)
Apr 20th, 2009
Cupcake Murphy
OyTheHolyMoly but thank you for naming the unnameble beautiful, bordering on eerie thing. You do have a way.
Dec 8th, 2009
terrell
Love this poem.
Dec 17th, 2009
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