Dear Sann:

What an interesting poem! My goodness… the saint is bursting out I laughter saying ‘I surrender’ while most people think they still have a thousand serious moves to make, before, I suppose they can laugh. Is this what you understand of these last six lines of the poem?

Following reading your last two posts on your other thread, I am thinking: the thousand serious moves are all the … well, thousand serious moves you’ve been ruminating about doing regarding the colleague at work (call him, not to call him, go to the place of work, not to, what you should have done, should have said, what you said instead, what…)

The thing is, instead of those thousand pondered moves, if you do what the saint did, you would say ‘I surrender!’ which for me, at this point, would mean to let go of the hope of love with that particular man and instead do the practicing you did at the beach and garden, reaching out to other people, being authentic, expressing yourself as someone that matters!

Thank you for this poem. I would like to read it again, it is excellent. There is more there to see.

anita