walking by
take a walk in the park on a sunny summer day and you’ll
likely discover several things one of which inevitably is
that it’s warmer than you thought once you get rolling
another one of which is that a sudden breeze is a gift
the last one of which is that no matter how many times
you walk the path no matter how familiar the territory
no matter how much you look around as you go you’ll never
manage to see it all not the hidden life deep in the ground
not the saga high in the treetops not the truth of the tired
woman on the park bench nor the child on the swing nor
the man who walks around the track again and again but
what really is the final thing is that none of it dims the sun
until the clouds come
Friday, August 14, 2009
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2 comments:
Wow. I'll be thinking about this one the rest of the day.
I wasn't expecting "dim the sun." It sheds a different light on the preceding images.
Thank you.
Early last week, when my mind was elsewhere, I took my feet to the park. Maybe it was just my outlook that particular day, but I was very much struck by how frequently I walk by things without truly seeing them or wondering about them. There's an upside to that unintentional obliviousness -- there are always new things to be learned and discovered. But it has a downside, too. The poem was a reminder to myself to just try to pay attention as best I can.
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