Through it all, he held that it was the job of poets is to bear witness. “To me,” he said, “poetry is somebody standing up, so to speak, and saying, with as little concealment as possible, what it is for him or her to be on earth at this moment.”
Galway Kinnell
Dear Dad,
The year of change in our family and my life has, as intuition kept telling me, shaken all of my world; changing relationships with friends and family. I feel like my energy has shifted much as the earth shifts in an earthquake! Sounds dramatic and I hate that. But, I am more present to what is happening daily. Before I felt so much of daily life was unimportant. It's like someone took off my heavy winter coat. I am standing, feeling the wind, cold and snow. So, today I wrote this daily poem:
A SAFE IDEA
We are told
we are moving
in predictable circles
through a well mapped,
cold darkness. We make the
sky our boundary.
Tonight, darkness is
inexhaustible. Light floats
and bounces, creating
the false and true. Familiar
patterns have become
a language I cannot read,
far above our world.
Margot
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