Week 144 // Bump Ba Bump

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I’ve heard it’s all the rage
For us sensitive hearts
Being so fascinated by the moon

Because the light blots out the stars

But it’s so filled with life
So what can I say?
It fills up unforgiving features
In uncompromising ways

And there’s a line that’s drawn
Across so many maps
That you dare not cross
But when you see them hang the lights above the town
Your heart it nearly stops
Then it goes like this:

Bump ba bump ba bump bump bump
Your heart it goes like this
Bump ba bump ba bump bump bump
You heart it goes just like
Bump ba bump ba bump bump bump
Your heart it goes just like this

And day to day
You’re counting the weeds
In the sidewalk cracks
And the tiny trees
That weave their ways
To find the sunlight on their backs

And you’re just like them
You got to look for the sun
Then what you do is wait
And if anyone can thrive most anywhere
Your heart may nearly break
And it goes like:

Bump ba bump ba bump bump bump
Your heart it goes like this
Bump ba bump ba bump bump bump
You heart it goes just like
Bump ba bump ba bump bump bump
Your heart it goes just like this
Bump ba bump ba bump bump bump bump bump
Bump ba bump ba bump bump bump bump bump

Notes
I’m a few weeks into life in New York where I said I’d never live. While I’m amazed at how much I like it, there are undoubtedly things about it that I struggle to accept. First and foremost is the limited access to the natural world. As a demonstration of this struggle, I’ll confide that I am in fact writing this not from New York, but from New Hampshire, which is forested just about the right amount by my estimation. Outside there are stars. In the field there are critters. In the woods there are bears. Et Cetera. Being as-of-yet unsettled, and bouncing back and forth from one planet to another for the past few weeks, I have had an opportunity to reflect on what a place like New York has to offer somebody like me, who can’t imagine life without trees. To begin with, there are a ton of trees in New York, and not just in parks. They line streets and avenues, and they adorn rooftops and patios, but my favorite ones are the trees that subversively push their way up through cracks in the sidewalks. They don’t last long, because they aren’t part of the plan, but they are an assertion of life’s power. Still being rather unsatisfied by the flora of my new city, I began to ponder: there aren’t enough trees, so what does a city have a lot of? The answer is of course people. People are like trees in so many ways. They are perplexing and captivating natural objects, and they too are subversively unpredictable. This song is about life in the city, by which I don’t mean living in a city. I mean the phenomenon of life and its true abundance in the city. Us country folk can be pretty pretentious to believe that we have a monopoly on nature. It just isn’t the case.

Here’s hoping your Monday doesn’t totally suck.
~M.E.

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