you, dear peace is healthy reader..

I wonder how you are going to feel

when you find out

that I wrote this instead of you.

that it was I who got up early

to sit in the kitchen

and mention with a pen

the rain-soaked windows,

the ivy wallpaper,

and the goldfish circling in its bowl.

Go ahead and turn aside,

bite your lip and tear out the page,

but, listen -- it was just a matter of time

before one of us happened

to notice the unlit candles

and the clock humming on the wall.

Plus, nothing happened that morning--

a song on the radio,

a car whistling along the road outside-

and I was only thinking

about the shakers of salt and pepper

that were standing side by side on a place mat.

I wondered if they had become friends

after all these years

or if they were still strangers to one another

like you and I

who manage to be known and unknown

to each other at the same time --

me at this table with a bowl of pears,

you leaning in a doorway somewhere

near some blue hydrangeas, reading this.

                    you, dear reader  ~  billy collins

 

o thank you, thank you, dear readers..

i am grateful to whoever you are..

who read the words i float thru aire ..

known and unknown one anothers

who may take the time to peruse

some scrawls i find pertinent or wistful..

a few notes to note to you, reader.. dear reader..

if you would like to send word to me after a read thru

of blog slog..  critiques /delights, etc. 

it must be done by sending me a separate email 

peaceishealthy@gmail.com

who knows ? why one is unable to zip off

a note of thises and thats..right then and there..?

also, if you are receiving the peaceishealthy blogspot

chances are you have subscribed to it..

as i do not send it out personally to 

each and everyone of you..

if you find it is a drag to receive it, 

please feel free (and easy) to unsubscribe 

by scrolling down 

to the bottom of the full page of posts

and click the unsubscribe link..

the sweet thing about this is,

i will never know if you have deleted me

or kept me in your mailbox..

this is a good thing..

my feeling ( for i have only one..) will not be hurt

nor will you feel guilty for tossing me overboard..

a very win-win situation..

i am always charmed up to my eye bulbs

when i hear from you..

and so often quite surprised to find out 

who actually reads the missives..

whether they be hits or misses..

may i extend my heartfelt gratitude 

that we have somehow come in contact

with one another ~ whatever the proximity  ~

shape-shifting thru time and space 

to share a place of momentary simpatico-ness! 

First, I would have her be beautiful,

and walking carefully up on my poetry

at the loneliest moment of an afternoon,

her hair still damp at the neck

from washing it. She should be wearing

a raincoat, an old one, dirty

from not having money enough for the cleaners.

She will take out her glasses, and there

in the bookstore, she will thumb

over my poems, then put the book back

up on its shelf. She will say to herself,

“For that kind of money, I can get

my raincoat cleaned.” And she will.

                        selecting a reader ~ ted kooser