132: Find the Nutmeg in the Curry

It strikes me

that poets are inherently slow people.

We write to give name

to our thoughts and feelings, but words

like "sad" and "low"

have lost their flavour,

while "despondent" and "woebegone"

are too ornate to feel 

human.

Because feeling is human.

So we name that feeling

"the colourless grey of a day

that refuses to brighten

when the clouds lie heavy and the sea

looks like the bottom

of an eigh-year-old's empty

birthday box", or

"the sound of rain

so heavy that it reverberates

through the house down

to the basement

where you sit 

wrapped in blankets with a tub

of what's supposed to be chocolate caramel

ice cream in your lap

but you taste nothing".

Each thought and feeling has so many flavours,

so it's up to us 

to find 

even the slightest trace 

of nutmeg 

in the curry.

Written by: Katrine H. (@katrinehjulstad on Instagram)