In the grocery store I buy beets.
my lover is coming to dinner tonight
and she has asked me for borscht.
I choose the largest bunch: 89 cents
There is no sour cream.
The aproned man tells me
“tomorrow morning.” But my lover
is coming tonight.
Leaving, I see headlines;
“U.S. invades Grenada”
Fear coils within my ribs
and anger— that just as my life blooms
into sweetness, these idiots
up the ante.
I feel foolish as I drive to another store.
What does it matter if our borscht has sour cream or doesn’t?
But I buy the sour cream.
I scrub beets, chop
and put them to boil,
their rich red infusing the water.
This too is courage:
to cook, to eat
to seize our daily lives.
I took this page from a calendar the year before I came to Japan, so about 1986….I get strength when I read it…. it’s so simple and so hopeful. It’s timeless……even today with California burning and the earth in peril and war raging in the middle east….we continue to live our lives.
last night I was frying up something for dinner and my 6 year old came in to get me….. he said “mom!!!! come and look, the moon has just come up and it’s nearly full and it looks great…. you can see it clearly right now….come and see!” I told him I couldn’t stop frying but as soon as I was done we could go together…… so we did…. I took his hand and we walked down the street… a six year old doesn’t just walk..every step is a skip or a hop or a jump or a kick… and we stood on the curve where we could see the moon in all her glory…. coming up over the hills…. it was great!!!!!!
I get comfort from the moon. I know that while I look up at the moon with my son, the very same moon is shining down on the rest of my family . That very same moon is shining all over the world….shining joy and comfort and hopefully peace……
This too is courage.