LOVE | On resistance to love, on not feeling ready. And on lovers that don’t care whether or not you are ready. They love you anyway. Written as a Christmas Poem to such a lover.
Christmas came early – I wasn’t ready!
My fridge was all empty, my house was not cleaned
Nothing was wrapped with beautiful ribbons
Nothing prepared to be opened and seen
Still Christmas came, though I tried to outrun him
To keep him in front, to buy myself time
“I want to be perfect for Christmas!” I told me
Purposeful, whole, enlightened, sublime!
But he didn’t care if I was ready
He simply arrived
Yes Christmas came early this year, when you found me
And although I tried to push Christmas away
You untied the ribbons, you unwrapped the wrapping
Of gifts I’d forgotten, of presents astray
You filled up my fridge with all that was missing
You helped me to clean, you brought in a tree
You smiled, and I knew then: there’s no use in running
‘Cus Christmas will come when HE’s ready, not me!