On occasion I read something that really hits home, something so well written and meaningful that I’ve kept the newspaper, or copied it from the Internet. I’ve copied this with the breaks as printed in the Sunday New York Times Magazine, May 3, 2020.
I really felt as one with this poem, but perhaps we all do?
Zodiac by Dilruba Ahmed
(From the book Bring Now The Angels)
Drawn to melancholy. Prone
to isolation. Secret heart, tight
as a lock. Tries to seem mysterious yet
longs to be known. May be known,
at times, to be spontaneous, even funny
but more often caught up
in imagination. Prone to long
periods of reflection. May seek
crowds to feel anonymous. Ambivalent
about crowds and the general order
of things. Prone to confusion.
Prone to self-sabotage. Prone
to lateness. Moody, judgmental,
sarcastic. Wounded
at the core. Observer. Healer.
Idealist. Easily distracted.
Prone to quitting. Daydreams
about others and
a sense of closeness.