you have become those lives and deaths that have belonged to you.

I like poetry but I don't ever really seek out poetry, so I really appreciate it when people post it on tumblr and such. In that vein, each year, musesfool posts a poem a day for national poetry month, and this was my favorite so far:

There is no going back ~Wendell Berry

No, no, there is no going back.
Less and less you are
that possibility you were.
More and more you have become
those lives and deaths
that have belonged to you.

You have become a sort of grave
containing much that was
and is no more in time, beloved
then, now, and always.
And so you have become a sort of tree
standing over a grave.

Now more than ever you can be
generous toward each day
that comes, young, to disappear
forever, and yet remain
unaging in the mind.

Every day you have less reason
not to give yourself away.

I Just Whacked Myself In The Eye With My Own Ponytail. It Hurts.

Anyone around who wants to chat?