Loved this. I think it’s taken my whole life to appreciate a book like this, poetry that is quiet and humble and confronts the spiritual and the unknowable without starting from a place of pain and negativity.
Why I Wake Early:
Watch, now, how I start the day / in happiness, in kindness.
Freshen the Flowers, She Said:
Fifteen minutes of music / with nothing playing.
Where Does the Temple Begin, Where Does It End?
Looking I mean not just standing around, but standing around / as though with your arms open.
The Poet Goes to Indiana
You tell me if it was worth it.
And that was followed by, guess what, a momentous and / beautiful silence
Then you begin, slowly, to read the whole story.
Various things / happened next. A fairly long list, I won’t / go into it.
This Morning I Watched the Deer
Well, this is nothing much. / This is the heaviness of the body watching the swallows / gliding just under that roof.