Monday, June 8, 2015

Changing Everything (Monday Poem)

by Jane Hirshfield


I was walking again
in the woods,
a yellow light
was sifting all I saw.

Willfully,
with a cold heart,
I took a stick,
lifted it to the opposite side
of the path.

There, I said to myself,
that's done now.
Brushing one hand against the other,
to clean them
of the tiny fragments of bark.


from  The Lives of the Heart

No comments:

Post a Comment