Day 25. Tired.

“Come With Me” 6×6 inches, oil on canvas

I found a file in my google drive this morning that I’d created in 2021 called “Poems I Like.” Some I remembered well, and others felt like it was my first time reading them. Thank you, past me, for creating and then forgetting entirely a file that would serve me now so wonderfully.

It’s day 25, and I am admittedly tired, which is why when I rediscovered e.e. cummings’s poem, “You are Tired, (I think)” it spoke directly to me. Just before I read it, and daunted by the task of having to write this very blog post, I decided to take a breather and do the spiritual practice I described in day 7 and day 20 where I write myself a letter from Unconditional Love. 

What is so insanely beautiful about today is that this poem has the same spirit and tone that my letter did. I read Cumming’s poem as though it were Love writing it. And, specifically to me. In my letter, Love said, casually of this very blog post, “I’ll help you write it. I know you’re tired.” And I suppose Love did.

“You Are Tired (I Think)” by e.e. cummings

You are tired,

(I think)

Of the always puzzle of living and doing;

And so am I.

Come with me, then,

And we’ll leave it far and far away —

(Only you and I, understand!)

You have played,

(I think)

And broke the toys you were fondest of,

And are a little tired now;

Tired of things that break, and —

Just tired.

So am I.

But I come with a dream in my eyes tonight,

And knock with a rose at the hopeless gate of your heart —

Open to me!

For I will show you the places Nobody knows,

And, if you like,

The perfect places of Sleep.

Ah, come with me!

I’ll blow you that wonderful bubble, the moon,

That floats forever and a day;

Please note: All 31 paintings will be on display at our gallery celebration February 24th from 5-8pm. The show will also feature other artists who have been part of a 31 in 31 community.