…to search in the darkness for someone who looks like me;
cuz I’m not really who I said I was, nor who I thought I’d be.
Just a collection of recollections; conversations consisting of the
kind of marks we make when we’re trying to make a pen work again,
A lifetime of them…
When you have more than you need,
build a longer table,
not a higher fence.
Maybe the journey
isn’t so much about
Maybe it’s about
everything that isn’t
so you can be who
you were meant to
be in the first place.
THE PEACE OF WILD THINGS
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
In related news, I have two of his books in my Barnes and Noble cart.
But I still don’t know where the wood drake rests.