Little Rituals
I prefer setting intentions
of goodness to
lingering in the dread
of bad things to come
I prefer wearing black
and seeing internal
kaleidescopes
to wearing colours
and living in darkness
in my mindI prefer the sound
of Gregorian chanting
to the buzzing hum
of cocktail party small talkI prefer books
taking words and
making them
pirouette
through space
to the empty words
of politicians on air wavesI prefer travelling alone
with strangers
in aircraft
rather than flying
with people I knowI prefer empty churches,
where the wood is infused
with incense and
the smell of melted wax,
where I can perform my own rituals
of love and longing,
to pews filled with people
miming hymnsI prefer life that is messy
with joy and sadness
to the sterile
perfection of Instagram
worthy pictures of lifeI prefer my version
of reality to
reality TVI prefer me
with you
rather than me
without you
© Tanya Southey
#52words52weeks
#monthlymusing
Based on an exercise inspired by a poem called “Possibilities” by Wislawa Szymborska that Joanne Fedler ran in her midlife memoir.