For Thom
the men who understand me
are the peace marchers
the world walkers
the men who show up at my door
travel-stained
wearing recycled-tire sandals from Africa
& who preach the gospel
of pure veganism;
the men that
get their hands dirty
cleaning up the messes we’ve made
of our world,
our lives,
& who speak poetry
from memory
the men who do not stay still
for long,
are too impatient
to stay in one small space;
these are the men
who understand me
without question
so many times
I have thrown this heart
after a man running toward
a movement,
a cause,
a destiny that is too big
to understand small fears.
then,
I waited for the man
who could love me
regardless of politics
& where I stand
on ….. anything,
the man
who loves my mind
in all its wild wanderings;
perhaps not understanding,
but loving me
because of
(or maybe
in spite
of) it,
the man
who will kiss me silent
or listen, whichever
is necessary
at the moment.
Susan Daniels Poetry 
love this, love this, love this
Thanks so much 🙂
Few can be as unselfish~beautiful Susan
Thanks, Deb–don’t know if it is selfish or not, but it is how I love 🙂
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beautiful, just beautiful – and this one struck home –
“you can’t throw your heart
after a man running toward a movement”
Thanks, Noel 🙂 This was actually inspired by a good friend, who is always wondering why so many men don’t “get” her, which led to musing, and then this piece–and if part of if struck home, that explains why I feel I understand you so well already 🙂
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breaking that out, just for you–I think it deserves its own space
it was the truth of it that struck home! to throw one’s heart after someone with his/her head sold to an ideal, to an overriding passion…carries risks!
and by the the way, the feeling of understanding is mutual!
🙂 and that risk is so worth taking…being an idealist and activist in my own small way, I have to agree..perhaps a more honest stanza would have been:
so many times
I have thrown this heart
after a man running toward
a movement,
a cause,
a destiny that is too big