blog of poet, leah umansky

Karma

If you’re a big fat woman hanging over a mailbox on 14^th St and 6^th Ave, Good has found you. Sister, it found me with a pretzel-eatin face telling me how she had never seen such golden hair in all her life. & she finds the need to reiterate, reinforce this as if you don believe her, but you do: golden, honey, like a gold I have never seen.

When they say that beauty lies in the “eye of the beholder” – they mean it.

Beauty lies sprawled over a big blue mailbox, under a streetlamp, near a rundown church on a night where a woman takes a rest for what she calls a “food stop.” Now that she has your attention, she insists she was told when she was young to say a compliment when she’s thinking it & so she will: you just don’t see that color gold everyday. So golden. & this gave me hope &  calm & I collected this Good all for me.

(c) umansky 2009