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"TO SEE THE PACIFIC IN A PUDDLE" ( for Fiona being a belated birthday poem on her lockdown birthday ) I miss the hug hellos I miss the kiss goodbyes. The looking into eyes the laughter the surprise. How much we took for granted the simple sharing of a cuppa the simple touching of a hand. Some day when all this will be a story to be told when we will be unearthed as if from an archaeological gig blinking at the future the ordinary things the bric-à-brac of who we are and how will be precious as anything to be found in a museum the jewels of the everyday. To see the Pacific in a puddle eternity in a child's smile a walk in the wood the infinity of a wild flower the kissing you goodbye the hugging you hello. *** The title is derived from my twisted remembrance of Tristan Gooley's How To See the Pacific In A Pond chapter in his wonderful HOW TO READ WATER. It's not that we took these things for granted but that they were so much a part of how we interacted with people that they became invisible to us...they were the "the just there" of the thereness. The lockdown made us aware of them when they had gone under the radar...we had the love but were unaware of all the emotional little things and cogs that made all the wheels go around.
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3d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 12:15 PM UTC
"TO SEE THE PACIFIC IN A PUDDLE" ( for Fiona being a belated birthday poem on her lockdown birthday )
"TO SEE THE PACIFIC IN A PUDDLE" ( for Fiona being a belated birthday poem on her lockdown birthday ) I miss the hug hellos I miss the kiss goodbyes. The looking into eyes the laughter the surprise. How much we took for granted the simple sharing of a cuppa the simple touching of a hand. Some day when all this will be a story to be told when we will be unearthed as if from an archaeological gig blinking at the future the ordinary things the bric-à-brac of who we are and how will be precious as anything to be found in a museum the jewels of the everyday. To see the Pacific in a puddle eternity in a child's smile a walk in the wood the infinity of a wild flower the kissing you goodbye the hugging you hello. *** The title is derived from my twisted remembrance of Tristan Gooley's How To See the Pacific In A Pond chapter in his wonderful HOW TO READ WATER. It's not that we took these things for granted but that they were so much a part of how we interacted with people that they became invisible to us...they were the "the just there" of the thereness. The lockdown made us aware of them when they had gone under the radar...we had the love but were unaware of all the emotional little things and cogs that made all the wheels go around.
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Jun 1, 2026 at 12:15 PM UTC
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