Downtown Dharma Love Poem
(after Alex Dimitrov)
I love that elephants listen with their feet.
I love sharing a park with children—but not getting too close to them.
I love screaming underwater.
I love when someone notices there's something different about you.
I love old Halloween candy.
I love that each star is really a sun. And if that's not actually true, I love thinking it.
I love it when stains come out in the wash.
I love learning to live with stains.
I love the anticipatory buzz of stepping out for the first time in a foreign city.
I love the feeling of being ready for an excursion.
I love the exhaustion of being finished with an excursion.
I love how some primal part of me recognizes the sea as home, and I love that we were all once fish.
I love when the yoga instructor does hands-on assist in shavasana.
I love that we share 92% of our DNA with fruit flies.
I love that word for the mass movement of thousands of birds: a murmuration?
I love when I can take my time.
I love how moss turns a deeper shade of green after a rainfall.
I love salty then sweet, then salty then sweet.
I love the dharma, which is sometimes sad, often true, and all the people who practice it.
I love the fact that earthworms poop as much as they do.
I love that I will never be able to read all the novels in the world.
I love that writing is so slow and arduous for me but that I can really get in the flow once I actually get started.
I love hardwood floors.
I love it when people drive by with their windows down, stereo turned up to max—even when the bass shakes me. Especially when the bass shakes me.
I love people who are earnest.
I love it when a dinner party guest shows up with doughnuts.
I love introducing two people I love to each other.
I love subtly breaking social conventions—so subtly that people are confused rather than flabbergasted.
I love finding a cheesecake in the community fridge.
I love watching TV in a hotel room.
I love dancing by myself when I find an empty, open space.
I love that government employees (or their contractors) sweep the leaves and mow the lawns of the parks that serve as my unofficial backyard.
I love wrinkles.
I love how, because of computers, my handwriting has degraded over time.
I love the excitement of a new formulation of dark chocolate.
I love linen sheets, high-thread counts, but not what it says about me.
I love looking straight up as snowflakes fall.
I love when siblings or best friends have similar mannerisms.
I love how my dad gets me an annual subscription to the New Yorker twice a year so they'll last even after he dies.
I love how life can give as many second chances as we are willing to bear.
I love that there is so much to love.
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