Monday, April 05, 2021
SOME MEDITATIONS FROM EARLY APRIL
(1)
What the
poem
depends on:
the pain
which begins and
ends it.
(2)
What we can be:
a matter of scale.
Within us, universes.
Beyond us, more.
(3)
We want to be
mountains.
We want to be
stones
warmed by the sun.
(4)
Even where
there is no
light, there must
be an idea
of light. Hope
demands it.
(5)
How cold
that particle
of light
from a star
three quarters
of the way
back to the
Big Bang, still
moving towards
us at the
speed of what,
and we see it
only now.
How old
was it then
when God said
Let there be
and now it is
we who are
the stuff of stars.
(6)
What, you think such words
want for us to find them?
No, they weren't there at
all, until just now.
