Episode 59: Moves Me

“Why did you do it? I need to get to your level of productivity,”

Kyle asked me. 

The answer came to me too easily,

“A labor of love. And who else? 

Am I to wait? To be saved? 

Who else knows my story 

Better than myself?”

 

I pride myself in finding the right words in any situation. 

I like to think I’m smart 

Enough to eventually find the words

In the middle of any conversation. 

Jump in and see where my own mind heads.

Do you need me to comfort a friend? 

Do you need me to keep a customer from leaving?

Do you need me to get our landlord to lower rent?

I assure you.

I have the words.

 

I have the words to say and write.

 

Few times in my life, have I been upset

That I didn’t have the words to say right.

But whenever it happens like it did

One Tuesday night. 

Or all the days before

When I saw Asian elders pushed. Killed.

Asian women shot. Killed.

 

“A Shooting in Atlanta” 

 

I saw my Mom in the women that died.

Senselessly. Gone. 

I saw my elderly father in the elders that died.

Senselessly. Gone. 

Stupidly gone. 

 

It is my journey to find the right words

That moves me to push aside piles of work

Do nothing but email and talk and talk

I pray I don’t stop talking about it

Because as long as someone other than me cares,

I will care.

 

The search for the right words almost never ends.

Because until they’re found, 

Words not good enough will survive. 

 

It is the search for the right ones that move me.