The #wine collection as of the first 48 hours in California. #priorities
over these long years,
your memory has earned its age
in my sherry cask of a mind.
occasionally, will i decant
from its precious supply.
savor such sweet fragrance,
growing ever deeper
and more complex, in time.
Some divine small plates at Chalkboard in Healdsburg, just north of Santa Rosa. #calamari with golden potatoes and shishito peppers on a sizzling skillet. A trio of bruschetta (highlight: grilled peaches!) and #porkbelly biscuits. And a delightful summer #squash tart. All enjoyed on an empty back patio which felt like a friend’s backyard. ️
three years once passed,
during which time
i averted my gaze
from any reflection of myself.
every surface which bounced light
in that recognizable way.
…and there are many more such surfaces
than most might surmise.
but i had done so deliberately,
because i had grown abhorrent
and, indeed, ashamed of
a countenance that i could not change.
i pitied others
who had no choice
but to look upon my face.
they couldn’t know
how i could tell
when they averted their eyes.
in truth, i hated that i appreciated it.
call it immature, and i won’t protest.
i was already far too old –
this was supposed to be a teenage problem.
and even though conventional wisdom
told me to disregard appearances,
it was.. an ineffable, inconsolable plight.
i don’t quite know what changed, eventually.
what slight of mind made things click.
but i started by looking into my own eyes.
eyes that, as long as i held my gaze,
so too, did they.
those were the eyes that
had seen everything i had seen,
and would continue to do so,
as long as i lived.
perhaps strangely, in that,
i found peace.
not quite a solution, but peace.