weeping beside
the pussy willows—
all those tears
over saying goodbye,
I wouldn’t uncry
a single one
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged beginnings, breaking open, endings, poem, poetry on May 16, 2019| Leave a Comment »
weeping beside
the pussy willows—
all those tears
over saying goodbye,
I wouldn’t uncry
a single one
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged beginnings, magic, new year, poem, poetry, snow, storm on December 31, 2018| 4 Comments »
And suddenly you know: It’s time to start something new and trust the magic of beginnings.
—Meister Eckhart
And suddenly you know it’s time
to shovel the drive. For though snow
still falls, at this moment it’s only
three inches deep and you can still push it easily
with your two wide yellow shovels.
Yes, it’s time to start something new—
though it doesn’t feel new, this
shoving snow from one place to another.
In fact, your shoulders still feel
the efforts of yesterday.
But with each push of the shovels,
the path on the drive is new again. At least
it’s new for a moment, new until snow
fills it in. Then it’s a different kind of new.
How many beginnings are like this?
They don’t feel like beginnings at all?
Or we miss their newness?
Or they feel new only for a moment
before they’ve lost their freshness?
There is magic in beginnings, says Meister Eckhart,
and sometimes we see beginnings all around us,
a new path, a new promise, a new meal.
A new prayer. New snow fall. A new song.
Is it too grand to call it magic, this new calendar year?
Too grand to call it magic, this momentary
clearing on the drive? Too grand to be magic,
this momentary clearing in my thoughts?
Or is it exactly, perhaps, what magic is—
something we allow ourselves to believe,
despite logic, despite reason, something that brings
us great pleasure, makes us question
what we thought we knew, our sense
of what is possible changed.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged beginnings, poem, poetry, renewal on January 1, 2017| Leave a Comment »
wings cramped
in that nest of last year—
rediscovering how to fly
I leave all those twigs
exactly where they are
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged beginnings, poem, poetry on December 29, 2016| 3 Comments »
And again we draw the starting line
and dig for the courage to toe it.
This, too, is a beginning.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged beginnings, haiku, poem, poetry, prayer on January 3, 2013| 3 Comments »
just like heaven
–Katie Melua
she said, girl you ain’t
got a prayer, and I thought that’s
a fine place to start
*
odd, all this snow
around, six below, and here
we are blossoming
*
in the bowl, reflection
of sky—kneeling
I drink it