Wednesday, April 14, 2010

The Pool of Spring.

Embraced by spring, literally.

Over my head a V-shaped (and noisy!) colony of birds arriving from southern shores to spend the summer in Norway. Beneath my feet crocuses forcing their blue petals through layers of brown leaves. Down the ravine water gushing, splashing, spluttering, all that snow from the forest melting faster than the river can handle, flooding the valley where I now walk and shout with an exceptionally silent voice:

Let not anything disturb this precious second! I am having a James Wright moment, as when the poet was Lying in a Hammock at William Duffy’s Farm in Pine Island, Minnesota -

“Over my head, I see the bronze butterfly,
Asleep on the black trunk,
Blowing like a leaf in green shadow.
Down the ravine behind the empty house,
The cowbells follow one another
Into the distances of the afternoon.”

To my right a carpet of blue Scilla Siberia, to my left a sparrow cocking his head, watching me from a safe distance.

For a short while my body is only eyes.

Till a treacherous, black creature on my left shoulder whispers into my ear....but it cannot last....

My heart slows down. I know he is right. Soon the budding petals will lose their bright blue color, and the birds will fly back south.

But for now I decide to drop the black creature into the pool of spring, and watch him probe his way out.


  1. For a short while my body is only eyes. Oh, the gorgeousness of this line!

    And yes, the black creature can whisper that this moment will not be forever, but isn't it the impermanence of this moment that causes its poignancy? Isn't it the change, the forever creeping and evolution of the moment that causes the pinpoint of time to have significance? The idea of: without death, life has no meaning, without winter, spring will not yield its magic. I am ok with the black creature for it warns me, be present, lay out my tongue, taste it all!

    I like you:)


  2. Erin -

    This is my challenge: I want to hold on. Yet. I need to let go.

    You express yourself so that I understand. In your palm the black creature is not that beast, but the beauty. The one who nudges me to live right here, right now. Thanks :-)

    A friend lived in Singapore for 5 years. When she came back to Britain, she blessed the rain, smiled to the black, naked trees, laughed at the cold. She had so missed the seasons.

    And thanks for that last, generous remark. Reading your words, whether here or there, is like opening a window.....