It’s hard to photograph the moon through a window

„Anything can happen next. Tea, or gunshots, or the streetlights

coming on outside this room, and the other, where you are (...)

 What do we mean when

we talk about perfection?

If I’d been better at life would we never

have met? Here is the inventory. Here

is the old lexicon, here all the things

you left behind: Sorrow. Nevermind. Cardinal

sleeping in throat chakra. Meditation cushion. One

espresso maker, barely used. (...)

 Thing is, (...)

You can be a terrible artist and a good person.

You can be a great artist and a terrible person.

You can be a terrible artist and a terrible person.

It’s hard to photograph the moon through a window. (...)

You can be a person who draws the moon as it wants

to be drawn, in the likeness of a thirteen-year-old 

who hasn’t lost anyone. (...) 

You can be a person who burned it all down (...) 

 and this will not save you either.“ 

 - Marty McConnell in her poem „treatise on the nature of non-abandonment“