Daily Poem 6/30

Today we found a new pond,
a new pathway,
through some new woods.
It was fun.
There were too many speedboats on the new pond,
and too much broken glass on the path,
but it was still fun.
It being new, we had to stop the backstory for a little while
and think about what was happening right that moment.
Yesterday we tried a new dessert.
Raspberry bread pudding.
It had familiar elements
Felt comforting and known
but still hard to understand what to expect
which is all we needed.
Relationships seem to end, or pause, when I sense
there's not a new conversation happening
when I can predict the outcome of every core idea.
This is not easy given all the domestic bliss. I'm not really that kind of goddess.
When daily life flirts with the mundane to the extent
that the cat meows outside our bedroom door
the instant she knows we are finished
I remember, yes, I need the new.
Not a new relationship--I'm not crazy--but a new circumstance within it.
Repeating myself has always been a weakness to anger.
I don't know why, but I can't stand it.
My highest praise is a quietly enthusiastic, "She pays attention!"
In toddler world, every day is new, and it's amazing.
And yet every day is painfully repeated in singsong routine.
It's a conundrum.