Monday, October 08, 2007
Another Turning (poem)
Another Turning
On days like today
we wake and wonder
how we will manage
to enter this arriving hour,
another turning
of the familiar wheel.
Remembering Rilke,
we ask,
who among the heavenly choir
would hear us if we cry?
We rise and turn the furnace up
to take away the morning chill.
In the kitchen
we stir about a bit,
set the teakettle on the stove
and wait for its cheering note,
reminder that this, like any day,
will come but once,
its gifts subtle and clear,
locked in time,
our time,
here in this unlikely
sequence,
where we are
witness and field,
ourselves the momentary opening
between the worlds
of sun and mist.
Dorothy Walters
October 7, 2007
