Aug 10, 2012 22:32
We need some pines to assuage the darkness
when it blankets the mind,
we need a silvery stream that banks as smoothly
as a plane’s wing, and a worn bed of
needles to pad the rumble that fills the mind,
and a blur or two of a wild thing
that sees and is not seen. We need these things
between appointments, after work,
and, if we keep them, then someone someday,
lying down after a walk
and supper, with the fire hole wet down,
the whole night sky set at a particular
time, without numbers or hours, will cause
a little sound of thanks - a zipper or a snap -
to close round the moment and the thought
of whatever good we did.
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Request: poems that make you feel happy, even (especially?) when you might have been feeling sad before you started reading the poem.
-request,
marvin bell