I remember a time when I was three or maybe four
And I learned that human beings were flawed
And I built myself an iron bubble
that no one could break into
But over the years of general wear and tear
the bolts were loosened and I opened up
I jumped straight into the undertow
And twenty-six years later things are pretty much the same
I kept my suspicions close to me
and my cynicism closer
and even at the age of thirty, I regretfully remember
I remember the sunlight patch in front of the preschool
and the funny lady teacher who told us
she had no bellybutton!!!
and I had many bad dreams about her missing bellybutton
for years
to be honest it still bothers me.
I remember when I was five or six
my family went to the National Zoo
And I remember we walked through
the house of the Giraffes,
I stared up at their long-long necks
finding in me some deep respect
And all of a sudden I was drenched in slimy saliva
The asshole spit all of his water on me.
That’s when I distinctly understood
the importance of remaining humble.
Remember when my little brother was born
and I was in awe then, too
He was so small and beautiful,
a truly gentle soul
and I watched him grow, and I bullied him
until he grew taller than me
Now he’s in his twenties, a full-grown man
he makes me smile and laugh like nobody else can
and he reminds me that there are men in the world
who are good and honest and true
I never knew when I first met him
(that little curly-haired bundle in the hospital room)
that he would be my favorite human being
I never knew that I’d be this lucky
in spite of all of my doubts
For all that there is on this planet
for all of the ugly displays of the human condition
for every asshole in this melting pot
there is someone I love to balance things
family, friends, and strangers I meet
For every moment that I have felt sad or alone
there are at least ten filled with love and affection
I remember when I was three or four,
and I wanted there to be so much more
I had no idea what I was asking for
And decades later after all of the people we touch
It was just enough,
on the verge of being too much
I couldn’t have foreseen when I was three or four
that I could not possibly ask for more.
—
leah ruthe