stepping
into the morning sun
oh and oh!
so sweet to be
reminded
my own light
so little
and not
even
mine
March 6, 2012 by Rosemerry
stepping
into the morning sun
oh and oh!
so sweet to be
reminded
my own light
so little
and not
even
mine
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged 84, light, loss of separate self, poems, poetry, radiance, unity | 4 Comments
The title sure sets this one up, but the ending — that turn-around on “my own” — is what makes the poem give up the “put down” implied by the title. It’s all a matter of tone, and I get joy out of the ending. The poem is more of a nudge than a being “put” in one’s place.
Home again! Ah, the sweet curve of one’s own bed.
That’s so funny … I didn’t think of the title as a put down at first, but of course I hear it now. I think I thought it was comforting to find my place, which is no place, no static place, anyway, but in that sweet knowledge of how small, how vast we are.
Welcome home! Hello to that sweet wife of yours ..
But, ahh… just maybe, you’ve been “put in my place,” not as chastisement or humbling, but as in anon’s closing lines: Home again!, Ah the sweet curve of one’s own bed! (In other words, to be returned to where you belong.)
I do like the reminder that we own nada—everything’s “on loan.” Then, since it’s spring that’s in-coming, we’re getting closer to equinox: the time of balance.
Yes to our place being wherever we are, yes to none of it being ours, which is to say it is all of ours.