How did we come to this place, anyway?
How did we get here, all of us silent listeners,
listening as flotillas of honking geese
fly right through us?
How did the rising sun
and a cloudless sky,
the frost-covered hills,
and shagbark hickory,
the old tractor barn,
the pink-eared rabbit in the garden,
and torpid wasp on the window,
in fact, the whole wide world,
become our body?
Our one body.
And how is it that,
despite all these years
of sweat and tears,
of striving deep into the night,
did it
somehow, come to an end?
I mean, get so easy to live.
To be happy,
to make happy.
To shine through things
like a ghost
whose one wild purpose
is emptiness.
Do you have a book of poetry? Such beauty....
That would be lovely. keep us posted. This is by far not the only piece that touched me deeply. The book is already alive...all the best with getting it in print.