this lullaby is for my love.

this is a lullaby for my love so he can lift himself up from who he feels he’s supposed to be, and just be

this lullaby has no sound, not even the trickling water from the pond at a park where i wrote him our first poem

this lullaby has no weight —it is light, it’s airless it floats it can fly, it’s a dream with soft colours, a meadow with wild flowers

this lullaby is a spacious room with windows he can look outside in, a mirror he gazes upon: a beautiful soul that he is, barely a thing he’s ever seen, rarely has a minute to take it in

this lullaby is the wind that takes him, a prayer that whispers, an ocean wide open, a calming absence, this green green forrest is his path

to sleep sleep now love…

i’ll meet you tonight on the moon —as squirrels…!

the whole time i don’t think you even saw me.

I saw you across the room you were wearing
salmon shorts and a blue polo I remember
your order it was something unsweetened
and iced with extra soy milk I thought Oh
me too you walked over to me and I prayed
everyone stopped moving and one lightbulb
flickered the planet stopped mid-spin it hung
in empty space it began to fall toward Pluto
but before passing Jupiter you turned around
everyone kept moving nothing had changed
except now the sun was smaller in the sky
and Jupiter floated on the horizon like a big
orange I remember because I was sitting near
the window so I could see down the street
there were clouds but not enough to cover
the peach-yellow sky all of the ice in my drink
melted and so did my plastic cup the whole
time I don’t think you even saw me or maybe
you were the girl with the neon shirt the thick
black tattoos on your back the bleach-blonde
hair and we didn’t stop at Jupiter we fell all
the way to Pluto and we kept falling until we all
fell off this planet and onto Pluto don’t you know
there’s a Starbucks on Pluto and you turned
around and stepped outside into the rocky
beige I sighed and looked back down Oh a text

Talin Tahajian

the worst happened. we will never be surprised ever again.

Why is it so hard to quickly sum up all of those things that we have learned while being alive here on Earth? Why can’t I just tell you, “In ten minutes you are going to be hit by a bus, and so in those ten minutes you must quickly itemize what you have learned from being alive.”

Chances are that you would have a blank list. And even if you gave the matter great concentration, you would probably still have a blank list. And yet we know in our hearts that we learn the greatest and most profound things by breathing, by seeing, by feeling, by falling in and out and in and out of love.

It is cooler here… it is quiet. And we are changed souls; we don’t look at things the same way anymore. For there was once a time when we expected the worst. But then the worst happened, did it not? And so we will never be surprised ever again.

Douglas Coupland