Tuesday, June 6, 2017

Doesn't Matter (Day 139)


(Image: Jastrow)

When the clouds turn from 
the distinct shade of rainbow 
sherbet to a mountainous 
violet against the twilight sky, 
it doesn't matter. 

When the neighbor's children 
are rabbits in your garden, 
delighting in the sweet burst 
of sun-glazed tomatoes, 
it doesn't matter. 

And when you feel again 
the torrid, charge of 
a 17-year-old morning, the day 
you finally claimed your freedom, 
it doesn't matter. 

It doesn't even matter when, 
with a pang, you remember how 
you gave it away again, too soon, 
too foolishly in love, too blinded 
by moonlight and stardust. 

This is not to say, mind you, that 
it doesn't matter. Because it does. 
It's just that some things always 
matter more. 


(c) 2017, by Hannah Six




Photo info:
Tile with two rabbits, two snakes and a tortoise. Illustration for Zakariya al-Qazwini's book, Marvels of Things Created and Miraculous Aspects of Things Existing (13th century). Musée du Louvre.