I have a poem for you
I have a poem for you, but it isn’t all made of words. If I gave you words, you’d think the words were the poem, and they aren’t. Go outside and lie on your back in the minutes after sunset, as I did tonight on the deck, as if you were a child and no one was looking and it wouldn’t matter if someone did. Lie on your back after the hour has passed when you’d have to turn your gaze away from the too-bright sun. Witness the metamorphosis of clouds and depthless blue, the solid geometrical counterpoint of the roofline, the course of starlings over the trees.
ehj2 wrote:
this is my favorite paragaph so far …
i like to come back to it …
i imagine a comfortable chair somewhere near by,
on the porch, with a little table nearby,
some cobbled shelves with a few stones, shells, dried flowers
and perhaps a fragile bird’s nest that was left in a bush last summer.
there is a little stack of books on the table
and an empty glass of iced tea.
there are several little stacks of books
on the wooden deck around the chair.
not abandoned. waiting.
there’s more than stars in the blue sky.
there’s poetry in the air.
/e
Posted on 06-Sep-05 at 12:10 am | Permalink