For Chris
I live with a double-edged sword;
like the earthquake which made us aware
our insignificance
in the general scheme of things
as well, made us acknowledge
the magnificence of that same scheme.
If the numinous is both beautiful
and terrifying, every day
of my life is numinous.
Old age and illness are bound with fear
but there can still be beauty: a sunrise,
a toddler playing in a birdbath.
I am buying two wind harps which will
ripple with the spirit of the wind harmonizing birdsong
and the rustle of leaves.
They will sing the song of my life,
they will sing the song of my death,
here in my garden.
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Your poetry always winds around my heart and eventually enters, settling in and resting.
ReplyDeleteSending you a gentle hug from far away in NH, USA...I wish I could sit with you...I know you have a great deal to teach me.