This morning
two mockingbirds
in the green field
were spinning and tossing
the white ribbons
of their songs
into the air.
I had nothing
better to do
than listen.
I mean this
seriously.
In Greece,
a long time ago,
an old couple
opened their door
to two strangers
who were,
it soon appeared,
not men at all,
but gods.
It is my favorite story -
how the old couple
had almost nothing to give
but their willingness
to be attentive -
but for this alone
the gods loved them
and blessed them -
when they rose
out of their mortal bodies,
like a million particles of water
from a fountain,
the light
swept into all the corners
of the cottage,
and the old couple,
shaken with understanding,
bowed down -
but still they asked for nothing
but the difficult life
which they had already.
And the gods smiled, as they vanished,
clapping their great wings.
Wherever it was
I was supposed to be
this morning -
whatever it was I said
I would be doing -
I was standing
at the edge of the field -
I was hurrying
through my own soul,
opening its dark doors -
I was leaning out;
I was listening.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
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How I Will Change The World
I will make the world a better place.
I will make my life into something beautiful.
I am powerful enough to do whatever it takes.
These are the incantations of a despairing soul, begging herself for forgiveness and freedom from the tethers of the past.
I will make my life into something beautiful.
I am powerful enough to do whatever it takes.
These are the incantations of a despairing soul, begging herself for forgiveness and freedom from the tethers of the past.
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