Saturday, March 13, 2010

Check out this Poem on Shopping posted on Brooks Palmer's Blog

Brooks has posted a sweet poem by a woman named Faith Shearin on his blog.  I've pasted an excerpt from his blog below.  I'm going to follow his advice and attack my closet sometime this weekend.


Here's a beautiful poem that sums it up:

by Faith Shearin

My husband and I stood together in the new mall
which was clean and white and full of possibility.
We were poor so we liked to walk through the stores
since this was like walking through our dreams.
In one we admired coffee makers, blue pottery
bowls, toaster ovens as big as televisions. In another,

we eased into a leather couch and imagined
cocktails in a room overlooking the sea. When we
sniffed scented candles we saw our future faces,
softly lit, over a dinner of pasta and wine. When
we touched thick bathrobes we saw midnight

swims and bathtubs so vast they might be
mistaken for lakes. My husband's glasses hurt
his face and his shoes were full of holes.
There was a space in our living room where
a couch should have been. We longed for

fancy shower curtains, flannel sheets,
shiny silverware, expensive winter coats.
Sometimes, at night, we sat up and made lists.
We pressed our heads together and wrote
our wants all over torn notebook pages.
Nearly everyone we loved was alive and we

were in love but we liked wanting. Nothing
was ever as nice when we brought it home.
The objects in stores looked best in stores.
The stores were possible futures and, young
and poor, we went shopping. It was nice
then: we didn't know we already had everything.

"Shopping" by Faith Shearin, from The Owl Question. © Utah State
University Press, 2002. Reprinted with permission.


Julia Mossbridge said...
This one made me cry! You're really speaking a radical truth here. Through the door of stuff...perfect for this world!
Phil said...
"we liked wanting. Nothing was ever as nice when we brought it home." Once again, super powerful.

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Cindy said...

Loved this - thanks Tara!