listening

if only my thoughts might lift

out of my head and, like you

said, reach out and touch yours

and then we'd have a moment.

and maybe it's true.

but for now i think about

mackenzie's book out of solitude

and this book my dad gave

me about marriage and how

i'm going to see mariah on

tuesday.

and each good moment is a gift

and each bad one is a lesson.

and each day is made of moments

to either relish in or simply get

through.

and i have a word i wrote above

my bed that just says learn.

and it reminds me that age

does not matter, success does

not matter and neither do the

lines on my face or what type

of job i have or what kind of

money i do not.

all of these moment that are

good or bad are learning

moments and i get better

from each of them. i get better

by making decisions and living

with them. i get better by

reading and breathing and

cooking and walking and

listening. i get better especially

by listening. i get better by

being sad and knowing what

it is to be a human. i get better

by hearing my parents because

they have lived longer than me.

i'll be better not just when i

am happy but when i

know i have learned.

and when i can see that

my wings have grown and our

thoughts can touch each other

in a moment.