How to find your place in a sea of busy-ness. . . in a world of "schedule"?
Island Transit #7 sighs as it drops us
at the bottom of the hill; everyone
still on the bus watches
two deer climb the steep trail
then vanish at the switchback.
Friday, January 31, 2014
Thursday, January 30, 2014
Wednesday, January 29, 2014
Tuesday, January 28, 2014
This was once the picture of a man; now it is a puzzle in which none of the pieces fit. . .
she didn't know if it had been poorly cut or if it was a case of mistaken identity.
I understand the subtle dialects of birds
enough to know the eagles, the owls, and the ravens
all taunt me with the same, ecstatic claim:
Your ducks are mine.
Your ducks are mine.
Your ducks are mine.
she didn't know if it had been poorly cut or if it was a case of mistaken identity.
I understand the subtle dialects of birds
enough to know the eagles, the owls, and the ravens
all taunt me with the same, ecstatic claim:
Your ducks are mine.
Your ducks are mine.
Your ducks are mine.
Monday, January 27, 2014
Sunday, January 26, 2014
There was merely a loose thread in the fabric of her life;
she began to tug at it, gently at first, then
with increasing effort, until what held the cloth together
lay in pieces on the ground.
These towering trees, my husband, me--
you’d have to have been here
from the very beginning
to know that we’re all second growth.
she began to tug at it, gently at first, then
with increasing effort, until what held the cloth together
lay in pieces on the ground.
These towering trees, my husband, me--
you’d have to have been here
from the very beginning
to know that we’re all second growth.
Saturday, January 25, 2014
Friday, January 24, 2014
Thursday, January 23, 2014
Wednesday, January 22, 2014
I ask God for answers and he gives me more questions;
I ask God for answers and he whispers "figure it out for yourself"
I ask God for answers and now I see owls everywhere--
Listen carefully: I've been dreaming of owls.
I emptied the room
of every perfectly placed
bookshelf, table, and chair,
then laid my cheek on the cool, bare floor
and finally fell asleep.
I ask God for answers and he whispers "figure it out for yourself"
I ask God for answers and now I see owls everywhere--
Listen carefully: I've been dreaming of owls.
I emptied the room
of every perfectly placed
bookshelf, table, and chair,
then laid my cheek on the cool, bare floor
and finally fell asleep.
Tuesday, January 21, 2014
Monday, January 20, 2014
Sunday, January 19, 2014
As a young girl, I slept with the light on, frightened of the night--I did not know
the gift of darkness: the beauty of its silence, its comfort, nor its grace.
These woods are mine, I know, and lovely as they are,
half my heart remains in the Flint Hills, forever treeless,
spring fires deepening their dark, loamy blanket.
the gift of darkness: the beauty of its silence, its comfort, nor its grace.
These woods are mine, I know, and lovely as they are,
half my heart remains in the Flint Hills, forever treeless,
spring fires deepening their dark, loamy blanket.
Saturday, January 18, 2014
Friday, January 17, 2014
If there is one poem left when the guests have gone,
I will take it in my hands and watch it flicker like so many fireflies--
I will hold it in my palm against the night sky like a yellow moon
and gaze at it in wonder--
then I will take it on my tongue
to taste the sweetness and the bitterness
of all that poetry can and cannot be.
The whale bone’s a transitional object, like this line, mitigating the space between my new island and the inland sea I left behind.
I will take it in my hands and watch it flicker like so many fireflies--
I will hold it in my palm against the night sky like a yellow moon
and gaze at it in wonder--
then I will take it on my tongue
to taste the sweetness and the bitterness
of all that poetry can and cannot be.
The whale bone’s a transitional object, like this line, mitigating the space between my new island and the inland sea I left behind.
Thursday, January 16, 2014
Wednesday, January 15, 2014
Tuesday, January 14, 2014
One by one they go, leaving an empty chair, a patch of guilt, an absent voice, a sting where once there was none.
A simple gathering of ducks is reinvented, depending on the group’s agenda--a badling on land becomes a paddling on water becomes a flight midair--and so am I transformed as I navigate each day, the promise of renewed possibility in every hour.
A simple gathering of ducks is reinvented, depending on the group’s agenda--a badling on land becomes a paddling on water becomes a flight midair--and so am I transformed as I navigate each day, the promise of renewed possibility in every hour.
Monday, January 13, 2014
You've always known, even when you didn't want to, so when the teacher says, "It's almost as though your daughter knows what I'm thinking," you look down, because you realize that, like you, she'll be frightened her whole life.
In the deep midwinter, ferns stand strong as swords, green on green, green on green.
In the deep midwinter, ferns stand strong as swords, green on green, green on green.
Sunday, January 12, 2014
You want to stay here, in the iridescence of this moment, in the pages of this book, but there is an entire world to navigate, as rich and turbulent as the ocean, as vibrant as the morning streaming through your window.
Here, where the ground bellies up through the fog, the perfect spot for the new garden reveals itself.
Here, where the ground bellies up through the fog, the perfect spot for the new garden reveals itself.
Saturday, January 11, 2014
Friday, January 10, 2014
The day bends and stretches with her--she holds morning up with her left hand, pushes night down with her right, as her back holds yesterday at bay: Trikonasana, Triangle Pose.
Here it comes, the necessary flutter and flap before the exhibition opening, because two rare birds--the making and the talking about the making--refuse to sit on the same perch.
Here it comes, the necessary flutter and flap before the exhibition opening, because two rare birds--the making and the talking about the making--refuse to sit on the same perch.
Thursday, January 9, 2014
Wednesday, January 8, 2014
Tuesday, January 7, 2014
The days still progressed at a leisurely pace, not yet stumbling into each other as they invariably would, tumbling forward as people grumbled their discontent at the lack of hours, at the unfairness of it all, as though time, itself, was meddlesome and mercurial in nature. . .
Imagine our shame, after twice destroying a squirrel’s nest in the pump house, upon learning that someone--so long ago that the word’s origin is unknown--thought enough of one to call it a drey.
Imagine our shame, after twice destroying a squirrel’s nest in the pump house, upon learning that someone--so long ago that the word’s origin is unknown--thought enough of one to call it a drey.
Monday, January 6, 2014
Once her sorrow seared a hole in the night and though she was frightened by the orange glow, she was sustained by its immutable warmth.
We toured the Kingdoms of the Sun and the Moon on their penultimate day, and when we left those windowless rooms we felt for one bright moment that we had acquired the universe.
We toured the Kingdoms of the Sun and the Moon on their penultimate day, and when we left those windowless rooms we felt for one bright moment that we had acquired the universe.
Sunday, January 5, 2014
Saturday, January 4, 2014
Friday, January 3, 2014
Thursday, January 2, 2014
Thursday, January 2
On the second day, a fine sheen of snow brightened the world’s reflection.
You might expect, as I did when I moved to this Northwest island, that my days would be governed by tides, ferry schedules, and threats of tsunami, but right now it’s the reassuring tick and spin of the washing machine marking out my morning.
On the second day, a fine sheen of snow brightened the world’s reflection.
You might expect, as I did when I moved to this Northwest island, that my days would be governed by tides, ferry schedules, and threats of tsunami, but right now it’s the reassuring tick and spin of the washing machine marking out my morning.
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