In the year that has crept past since 1/20/25, I have found solace in poetry… poetry I have been reading aloud to myself (and the company of unknowns who are listening to me.)

This morning, serendipitously, a Maggie Smith poem was “up”… and it was full of the exact reminders I needed to continue on navigating the Tsunami of Chaos that seems never-ending. I thought you all might need dear Maggie’s words this morning as well.

Good Bones

by Maggie Smith

Life is short, though I keep this from my children,
Life is short, and I’ve shortened mine
in a thousand deliciously, ill-advised ways,
a thousand deliciously ill-advised ways
I’ll keep from my children. The world is at least
fifty percent terrible, and that’s a conservative
estimate, though I keep this from my children.
For every bird there is a stone thrown at a bird.
For every loved child, a child broken, bagged,
sunk in a lake. Life is short and the world
is at least half t terrible, and for every kind
stranger, there is one who would break you,
though I keep this from my children. I am trying
to sell them the world. Any decent realtor,
walking you through a real shithole, corps on
about good bones: This place could be beautiful,
right? You could make this place beautiful.

“Good Bones” from Good Bones: Poems. Copyright © 2017 by Maggie Smith. [also on page 140 of Poetry of Presence II]

And in case you’d like even more Maggie Smith in your day… beginning Monday, February 3rd, she will be guest hosting The Slowdown for two weeks. I can’t think of a more delightful way to begin February!

Have a good weekend, everyone! See you all back here on Monday!

Header Photo by 정규송 Nui MALAMA

 

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