Thursday, October 08, 2009
This Unfolding (poem)
This Unfolding
I am thinking how it
will all go down with
you.
All the agonies, griefs,
the tears you fed
your sorrows,
the nights of love
that lasted
until morning,
the prize you almost
held in your hand
that went to someone else,
the guilt you
never told,
the moments on
the mountain tops
where the brightness
transfigured
the trees,
the cold brush
of the river
against your
body
that fall
when you took
the dare.
Everything
will accompany
where you are going,
until it dissolves
like fog
lacing
the heaving shore,
evaporates
like dew
melting
beneath
morning sun.
And you too will
turn
into whatever is
not,
a nothingness
that doesn’t remember
what it was
that brought it
so much joy,
so much pain.
Yet sometimes you will catch
faint glimpses
of that which
used to be
and stare
in wonder
at so much felicity
from so little,
so much suffering
from almost nothing
at all.
And you will ponder
the meaning
of this lost unfolding
even as you prepare
to descend
once more.
Dorothy Walters
October 6, 2009
(Photo of pampas grass by N. M. Rai)
