This is thirty-nine:
Going past the realization that I didn’t know so much as I thought I did,
And finding comfort in the truth that I still don’t know much.
And this is thirty-nine:
No longer accumulating
Too many things to mention,
Like a cartoon boulder.
Thirty nine is seeing the wisdom of losing.
Thirty nine is meaning that,
That I see the wisdom of losing,
On so many different levels…
And yet, thirty nine is also resistance to that truth, fighting it down, fighting it back.
Thirty nine is knowing
That the rock stars won’t save us.
And the politicians won’t save us.
And our loved ones won’t save us.
Thirty nine is seeing the sad beauty in that truth.
Our loved ones won’t save us.
It’s beautiful that
they would if they could.
Thirty nine is knowing that our loved ones won’t save us.
And even their love won’t save us.
And Love, with a capital “L” won’t save us.
Thirty nine is knowing that it’s love with a lower case “l”,
Specific love, love in the dirt and the grime and not in spite
But because of our idiocies…
This is the only hope that we will ever have.