… is when it becomes understandable.
… is when it leaps into recovery.
… is when it hits a note of harmonic high.
… is when the wherefores and whys lose their power to despise.
… is when the harps you fell in love with come out of cocoons of hidden.
… is when you begin to believe in butterfly, even as your sighs will multiply.
… is when you can be finally cool; and when no more must you squat between awkward stool.
… is when your unspecial nature makes you special like us all.
… is when the future begins to have so much more power than the past you once did prefer.
“Do not say the moment was imagined / Do not stoop to strategies like this …”
“… and you were bewildered by a meaning / Whose code was broken / Crucifix uncrossed …”
“… say goodbye to Alexandra leaving / Then say goodbye to Alexandra lost.”
“Alexandra Leaving (Live in Dublin)” by Leonard Cohen on Amazon Music.
Douglas Hurd’s “The Search for Peace”. On Georgia: “A country whose main products are apples, wine and brandy should one day be happy.”
I already love apples and wine. Would you be happy, then, to say even I am almost there?