let lemons be angry

This birthday, hongkong was a familiar queer friend,

with laundromats and bellboys who haven't changed in fifteen years,

and fathers who had to sleep right there and then while we waited

while looking at tights more expensive than shoes

and parents who are strange and wonderful together.

We're not awfully exciting but we want to be with each other.

I used to have huge ambitions, but now I don't. Not really. I just want to be walking meekly on the ground in God's shadow, to look up every few steps and see that I'm still following Him, to pick up some weeds that look like flowers along the way and be contented to think they are flowers.

I used to need to plan and accomplish great things. Now I just want to be useful--cleaning up if i'm in the house, buying a present if i'm out, drawing if i have a pen. I would hate to be very busy and accomplished out in the world, and not useful at all at home.

I can't see what the future will hold. I can only see what is before me today, and what I can do in the next few hours. And so I hope to do it with all my heart.