Monday, May 10, 2010


The thing about repeating a poem over and over, is that the lines get a life of their own. They start talking back to you, and make echoes in you mind like reflected trees and leaves by the river’s edge.

It can happen when you least expect it. Or when you need them most.

This morning I woke with an ache. The thing itself is small, but with roots deep into the underworld of my being. In this, the small is really no more than old fear repeated. A (relatively) little thing that reminds me of a bigger thing, and therefore carries meaning outside of itself. Like a mouse with the cloak of a Raptor.

“Then what I am afraid of comes.
I live for a while in its sight.
What I fear in it leaves it,
and the fear of it leaves me.
It sings, and I hear its song.”

I woke with an ache. And a song. Lines from Wendell Berry’s “I Go Among Trees and Sit Still” had started talking to me.

I cannot let this poem go. I know it has the power to save me.


  1. This is my first time here. You touch on things that are close to me. You get me asking questions.

    Your writing is a joy to read as well as your photographs.


  2. So incredibly profound! This poem speaks to me so deeply. (Hugs)Indigo

  3. It's funny, we shore ourselves up with fear. This is the opposite of what saves us, and yet we do it. Me too, sometimes.

    A poem with the power to save - this is a new consideration for me.


  4. Robert -
    Thanks for visiting! I need to travel to the place where time is all one. Why at 11 o’clock I wonder?

    And now I am back from the place where time does not exist - and I have seen the most wonderful details of living. All that micro cosmos we pass without noticing. Your photos have enlarged on the beauty. They are exquisite!

    Indigo -
    Yes, this poem is profound. I am so glad I found it!

    Erin -
    We do the opposite of what’s good for us, it is strange. The words of Paul ring true through generations: “What I don’t understand about myself is that I decide one way, but then I act another, doing things I absolutely despise.”

    I decide to ignore fear, yet I react and act fearfully. I cannot explain it other than I am human :-)

    But there are always the poems to save us......