Incongruous Gifts

Paul Klee idt.purduecal.edu

Paul Klee   idt.purduecal.edu

We are a puzzle
not simply to others
but a puzzle to ourselves
Turning parts of who we are
over & over in our minds
trying to understand
how the pieces fit

Awkward of body
we learn how to dance
not simply with each other
but within our own skin as well
an art far more complicated
since we are shadows
of what others see

Cautious of mind
we struggle to decode
not only life’s complex data
We’re afraid to decode ourselves
lest we should find a caged
beast ignorantly at rest
in imaginary woods

Fearful of spirit
we purchase amulets
to bring us good fortune
We doubt what we believe
& believe what we doubt
pray that if God is he
is not watching us

It is a mystery
not simply to others
but a mystery to ourselves
how you love the whole of me
and I love the whole of you
as incongruous gifts
of selfless love

“If one could only get hold of the-whole-of-you-now,
How could you ever be for me what I myself am?”

~ Dahlia Ravikovitch , The Second Trying

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About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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