Monday, December 31, 2007
Shining and Breathless (poem)
(top image from source; second image original which appeared by "accident")
Shining and Breathless
To be wild and perfect for a moment,
like the favored daughter
of the high house
who runs away
with the son of the cook,
the would be explorer
finding his fate
in the snowy embrace
of the uncharted polar realms,
the pilgrim who cast away all
and measured his length
on the ground
again and again
all the way to the shrine,
his shoes melted,
his face red with the clay
of the earth he kissed
so many times
in reverence
until he arrived,
shining and breathless,
at the temple
where salvation waited.
(First line is from Mary Oliver.)
Dorothy Walters
December 29, 2007
