confession

When I'm in the car at 12:05 I try to catch The Writer's Almanac on NPR. It features Garrison Keillor reading a poem of the day. Today's poem really struck a chord with my heart. I wanted to share it...enjoy.
You Must AcceptKate Light
You must accept that's who he really is.
You must accept that you cannot be his
unless he can be yours. No compromise.
He is a canvas on which paint never dries;
a clay that never sets; he's steel that bendsin a breeze
he's a melody that when it ends no one can whistle
he is not who you thought. He's not.
He is a shoe that walks away: "I will not go where youwant to go."
"Why, then, are you a shoe?""I'm not.
I have the sole of a loverbut don't know what love is."
"Discoverit, then." "Will I have to go where you go?""Sometimes."
"Be patient with you?" "Yes." "Then, no."
You have to hear what he is telling you
and see what he is; how it is killing you.

Monday, August 28, 2006