Tangerine Place *

Just wanted to share a poem here. It's written by Jewel in her book 'a night without armor'.

Second Thoughts in Columbus, Ohio

I find it strange that we search

our wholes lives for love 

as though it were the final treasure

the solemn purpose of people 

in movies and magazines. 

Yet when it comes to your door 

one morning with calm eyes to deliver itself 

you realize it alone is not enough

You are before me, sweet man, 

and I am thinking 

Aren't I supposed to give up

everything? 

Aren't I supposed to be brave 

and abandon

each dream and aspiration

and yield utterly to this 

elusive beast love, 

to your soft belly and companionship? 

Aren't we supposed to 

have a piece of land-and children!-

that look like you, and cook

soup and bread and sing

each other songs before sleep 

and absentmindedly count the stars 

from our front porch as we pray 

for each other's keep

and pretend 

forever is a word known

not only by the heart?