Doesn't Matter (Day 139)

(Image: Jastrow)

When the clouds turn from 

the distinct shade of rainbow 

sherbet to a mountainous 

violet against the twilight sky, 

it doesn't matter. 

When the neighbor's children 

are rabbits in your garden, 

delighting in the sweet burst 

of sun-glazed tomatoes, 

it doesn't matter. 

And when you feel again 

the torrid, charge of 

a 17-year-old morning, the day 

you finally claimed your freedom, 

it doesn't matter. 

It doesn't even matter when, 

with a pang, you remember how 

you gave it away again, too soon, 

too foolishly in love, too blinded 

by moonlight and stardust. 

This is not to say, mind you, that 

it doesn't matter. Because it does. 

It's just that some things always 

matter more. 

(c) 2017, by Hannah Six

Photo info:

Tile with two rabbits, two snakes and a tortoise. Illustration for Zakariya al-Qazwini's book, Marvels of Things Created and Miraculous Aspects of Things Existing (13th century). Musée du Louvre.