When we listen, we hear someone into existence.
Laurie Buchanan, PhDWhat is Pretty? A Long-Ago Question
I rewrite a scene from my own ancient history.
Not to alter its reality or change
what has already happened. Because
I have learned a kinder way to pass on
a response to children, fresh adults.
In my past I stand before a mirror
and criticize not-styled hair on an insecure
head until the pain erupts into panic.
My mother replies in a razor-sharp tone,
Pretty is as pretty does.
A comb. A brush. Mundane tools.
I catch what my mother is implying.
Inside I am not worthwhile either.
Ten commandments on stone.
How do I release them into real time?
Much later I learned the gift of listening.
Touch. One set of eyes aware of another
person’s experience. You see ugly? Let me
tell you what I see.Let’s discover the beautiful inside,
said with a smile. Same message. Improved delivery.
The difference between a stagnant pool and a lake.
A lake was given space to exist and move.
Perhaps I understand because
I have tried to swim in both places.
And have learned love along the way.
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