Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Green Silk (poem)
Green Silk
It is only
the unanswerable questions
that matter—
the sky hovering over you,
sometimes coming close.
others fleeing away,
the frosted tides of heaven
rushing outward
from the shore.
And heaven brings always
a questioning
of the eternals,
the verities you grew up with
never took you far enough.
Who are you? Why did you come?
What is your secret name?
Someday, you think,
it will happen.
The clouds will part,
there will be a clap of thunder,
a message or a messenger will
descend highlighted in storm. . .
This one will bring an answer,
the pieces of the puzzle
will fly together
and you will say,
oh, yes, now I see it all,
the pattern come clear.
In the meantime,
the blossoming quince
has come back again,
the inscrutable redwoods still
guard the gates,
green silk soothes
earth's swollen breasts.
Dorothy Walters
March 18, 2008
