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In these darkened days,

I think of the potato

that, left in the pantry,

will grow long white arms

to reach for the light.

 

There is, of course,

a beauty in reaching.

But today I think of Augusta

who taught me

the beauty of softening—

 

how the same reaching effect

can be achieved

by focusing on the part

that isn’t reaching,

letting it soften.

 

Soften, she said.

Soften. And it was as if

I were new in my body.

The effect was the same,

the method the opposite.

 

I love how I didn’t know

there was something

so beautiful yet to learn

about letting go. I love

these lessons in softening—

 

how, on this morning I learn again

to relax, to unstrive, to unreach,

to lean into ease, and like a camellia blossom,

in the dark of winter to open,

to find such sweet release.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

20 billion atoms from Shakespeare

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Let yourself be danced.

            —Augusta Kantra

 

 

The poem sits down to be written.

Instead, it stares at the bay.

There’s a highway in the distance

that could take it all the way to California.

The poem doesn’t want to go to California.

It wants to be present, just here,

on the sandy bank beside the driftwood.

It wants to find its inner poem.

It wants to get out of its own way,

to obey its emerging form.

Instead, it watches the tall grass

getting danced by the wind.

It sighs. The poem wants to know

what it doesn’t know yet.

And the poem wants to be good.

Dammit. It tries to lower its standards,

then judges, compares and tries to fix itself.

It lists. It sits cross legged till its legs

fall asleep. It is a book of sorrows,

a tree of anxiety, a wave of failure.

It’s a cage of empty lines. How

did it get into this straight jacket?

The poem gives up. It stares at the bay.

Watches the grasses sway. Notices

how the wind blows its hair,

lifts its hands. The poem doesn’t know

why it’s weeping. In that moment,

the poem is danced.

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