Posts
My pen is poised
a millimeter above its possible resting place
on this small-lined page
whose blankness threatens.
I don't respond well to threats
and nor does this pretty pen I'm pushing.
I could use some encouragement instead,
some soothing reminder
that poems are possible even when
chaos and destruction seem inevitable.
Look beyond that,
I need to hear.
Take the long view,
the wider perspective.
Someone should tell me
to enlarge what is minute
and let it fill the frame.
To see the catalpa beans
pointing plumb to the ground
like professors of gravity.
To imagine mulberries,
often scorned and allowed to fall
(gravity again)
and stain sidewalks purple
but better treasured and transformed
into pies or preserves.
I am reminding myself
to think of any tiny reality that offers life.
Musings blog: http://www.scenesfromthejourney.blogspot.com
No comments:
Post a Comment