February 25th, 2006
landscape* ** ***
Isn’t it plain the sheets of moss, except that
they have no tongues, could lecture
all day if they wanted about
spiritual patience? Isn’t it clear
the black oaks along the path are standing
as though they were the most fragile of flowers?
Every morning I walk like this around
the pond, thinking: if the doors of my heart
ever close, I am as good as dead.
Every morning, so far, I’m alive. And now
the crows break off from the rest of the darkness
and burst up into the sky–as though
all night they had thought of what they would like
their lives to be, and imagined their strong, thick wings.
*the first page I opened it up to this morning.
**for my girls
***I heard a great interview with the poet laureate Ted Kooser on npr this week, about why poetry is important. you can find it here.
****don’t cha love asterisks? I do.