when the sky dies down, consider
your altered state: has this day
changed you? Are the corners
sharper or rounded off? Did you
live with death? Make decisions
that quieted? Find one clear word
that fit? At the sun's midpoint
did you notice a pitch of absence,
bewilderment that invites
the possible? What did you learn
from things you dropped and picked up
and dropped again? Did you set a straw
parallel to the river, let the flow
carry you downstream?
Jeanne Lohmann
2 comments:
That's a wonderful poem. I thought by the title it might be one I've read, but I hadn't. Thank you.
Beautiful. Thank you.
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