I didn’t
make it past how to—Google
interrupting with fill-ins—who knew
the most
pressing quest is how to tie
a tie? People everywhere, it seems,
confounded
by the length of slippery
silk, by life somehow insisting
on loops,
tugs, knots at the throat,
when all I’d been searching for
was how to
eat mussels, the specialty
of the bistro my husband and I
are dining
at tonight, where, it turns out,
in front of the steaming black bowl,
I can just
do what I see everyone
else doing—use a shell to pluck
the tastes
of ocean and butter,
as I look at my husband and think
about
ties—the maddening adjustments,
alignments, that drive to achieve
a certain
ideal. And yet, it’s so easy—
loosening the pressure—already
knowing how
to lean across the table,
to grab a kiss, to take that gamble.
Christine
Rhein, autumnskypoetrydaily.com January 10, 2024
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