I Need a Minute

I need a minute. A minute to myself. And by that I mean I need a TARA minute.

A minute where warm milk is served after work and right before dinnertime to reduce the hangriness.

A minute where rose gardens surround the military bases.

A minute where there are always clean sheets and soft pillow cases to lie on when things are just… tough.

I need a minute where strangers can hold each other’s hands on the street and nobody would think weird of it or point fingers. In this minute, earth knows everyone needs to feel blood run side by side their own sometimes. 

A minute where people keep photos of the people they love most in their pockets. They would take them out regularly to remind them of what they’re still here for. After all, it’s been a discouraging day for a lot of us.

I need a minute where Japan could give the white house a bouquet of flowers and just say “Hey, we are really, really sorry for 1941”.  A minute where we're all Switzerland.

A minute where a boy can smile at a girl and people stop to admire. They would tug on each other’s collars and point, “Look, look! Sparks! Like fireflies in the evening after sundown like easy breathing”.

“Mmmm” they would admire in return.

A minute where loved ones are the cure

Where flowers fix any warfare.

Where you tell someone you love them and they’ve never believed anything to be as true and genuine as what you just told them.

A minute where success is defined as love and recognizing dew on the lawns and properly appreciating the side sky in ever color.

Now wouldn’t that be a successful minute.

Today is a day full of 1,440 of these minutes. We can sit on the front porch and cover the steps with daffodils to ward off the megalomania.

 I am here. In my place. In my Tara minutes. And I am calm. It is easy. It is waterfall mist.