I envy the tree that fits the ground
and the bee that fits the flower
and the clouds that fit the sky
each seemingly knowing
exactly where to be
exactly what to do
exactly how to do it
without instruction
without training
natural as the rising of sun
or the falling of rain
or the pouring of coffee
into an off-white cup
with a slight lip
as I wake from slumber
and wonder
where do I fit
what do I do
8 comments:
That question is so important to define within yourself...
An awareness of your own choices, boundaries, decisions...
The essential 'who am I and where do I belong and what do I do that matters deeply to me and why and what does it bring to my soul'...
I wish it for you Tree, for without it, you can feel so lost inside...
((hugs))
Annie, so true. Been looking all my life. Seems I'm still looking. And you are right, one can feel so lost inside without that sense of fit, of knowing when and where and how and why you fit.
The comments are as beautiful as the post. I love what Annie had to say. I can't say it any better than she did - I wish it for you too.
Thanks Jen. I'll take those wishes. :-)
True, sometimes we envy the flowers and the tree for their clear definition, while we need to define ourselves each day!
Wonderful lyric Tree!
Mona, I've never truly felt that I 'fit' in life and now that I am without a job and I need to find a new professional 'fit' the old feelings of not fitting have returned and these feelings, like an infection, has spread to other parts of my life. Not the best feeling in the world. As always, thanks for the very kind words. Always appreciated.
This is one of those poems where the form and flow is so smooth and distinct, reminding oneself that you only began to write poetry a few months ago, amplifies the appreciation of skill and conveyance displayed within. As with the vast majority of your poetry, it arrives in a single fluid motion, the structure and harmony of sounds such that it is like a single drawn-out breath, a release of thought into words, as brief (melodically rather than count), as telling as a laden sigh. You use the word natural within and it is the common, elementary representations used, ideal but basic, that makes this so compelling. The sense of being at odds, lost, askew, of floating outside the flow so to speak is prevalent and expressed so well (simply, affectingly). It raises (to my mind) several repetitive ponderings, philosophies on life and living with answers yet undetermined. Some would say the state of being, of belonging, achieving contentment (/happiness) has to do with trust and the lack of denial, that if as the tree, we assume nothing, contemplate nothing, knowledge will be ours also. The theory has great elements of logic and rhyme and yet one might also classify such an idea as a lack of ownership, of blind faith. With this poem, pertaining to content, I understand too easily to comment objectively some sentiments within and wonder if the sense of affinity is more elusive for some based on broader aspects than the here and now, if for example there is relation to the basic sense of self, an essential component learned or not learned at a time when these were being formed. On the other hand, the span of our 'dash' to use that illustration is not ours to know, the radius of our ripples imperceptible, thus though we may move in our particular groove, bumping hearts and moments, touching and leaving a lasting impression in the minds and hearts of others, a sense of purpose, of having laid footsteps, of being at ease, of relationship is distinctly personal and defined by standards in accordance thereto. It doesn't seem to me that it is something upon which one can exercise much influence, honest feeling is honest feeling after all, as such only an overhaul of values, interpretations, convictions, character in other words would alter such sentiments when they are prevalent. Some would say, Curly and Dr Phil for example, :-D, yourself here to interpret, each of us does in fact have one cardinal purpose/talent/destiny if you will, with redeeming, restorative properties, personifying, lodging, giving that sense of purpose, of meaning, of reason and belonging and once found, which isn't always an easy task since there can be many barriers between us and the discovery of 'it', is the unwavering foundation, the solid rock upon which the sun may shine or waves may crash, but remain without corrosion it does. Your advantage is that you know to look, that you want and desire and need to find, are open in other words and thus, if there is any sense to these things and I believe there is, that rhyme eventually is inevitable, you will find your answer. The direction-less spiel of the above need be taken only as indication of how praiseworthy your poem is, influential and penetrative to the point of causing the questioning of one's own knowingness.
Beautiful.
Here, contrastingly, from this side, tone fits meaning fits structure fits..(desirable poetic qualities continued)..fits mood fits heart fits heart in that your conveyance is heard as deeply as can be.
Sunshine, all I want is to find my fit, to wear life as an old favorite pair of soft bluejeans. Sigh. Your comments always make feel like I am home. Thank you.
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