POET + COMMUNITY ARTIST
creator | facilitator | soul friend
Lament of Water
Snow this morning
after several days of deep freeze.
Slow flakes freed from sky
lay themselves at earth’s feet:
So much emptying.
This time of year the creek
I would love to live like a river flows…
is crusted, flow invisible to passersby
and their dogs, but I hear her speak.
She will transport continents
at spring break-up, downed trees,
bloated islands of of animals;
the elders, the dying.
…carried by the surprise of its own unfolding.
I sit in my windowed room while the sun
peels back morning, each snowflake
whispers earth as in heaven.
Each day and its relentless giving,
I do not ask yet I receive what
I do not know I need. Such gifts
I would love to live…
of shadow and of blinding light;
how much longer, LORD,
Lines from John O’Donohue’s Unfinished Poem