Out to Play by Brian Andreas
For J:
Here’s to waiting for things to happen, and actually enjoying the stillness and the anxiety there is in letting time pass us by without knowing exactly if it’s worth it. Here’s to countless afternoons of walking alone, noticing the edges of leaves that we will then liken to fire, noticing how blue the sky becomes when all the clouds have sailed away, to some place where there are lovers walking hand in hand to rain upon, where there are couples who would share an umbrella at the first sight of a drizzle.
Here’s to writing verses in our minds and thinking how beautiful words are, like ominous, imminent, and ridiculous, and realizing how they are as much painful, once they are put on paper. Here’s to feeling the need to escape. Here’s to understanding, inevitably, who we are, in one serendipitous moment, like tying a shoelace, or scraping a knee, or singing a line out of some long-forgotten song, short of wallowing in pain.
Here’s to feeling awkward and out of place. Here’s to the melancholy of choice.
And always, here’s to love: we are learning, still.
Out to Play
Brian AndreasNo hurt survives
for long without
our help, she saidand then she kissed
me and sent me out
to play again
for the rest
of my life.
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Hey, I’ve just started a StoryPeople blog spot here on WordPress (just as of the last 24 hours.) So now that I’ve got an elementary page up & running, I’m finally cruising around a bit (mostly to explore this ‘Tag’ function) & so I have run across this page & I just have to say that while I work for Brian Andreas, I can’t recall having ever read or heard the “Out to Play” story before. So when I just found it here, I thought, “Damn, that is good . . .” & reminded me how much I like the job I already liked quite a lot. Thanks!