Have you seen a cat weeping?
Or a thirsty squirrel?
A pause, practice deep involvement
From a splendid height
A kestrel watches
Graceful speed, finesse.
Lots of letters to answer
Diminish the clutter
Walk softly on the circled path
You live, find meaning
Even if you live in Istanbul or Damascus
Or in time of pandemic
Each day can be of gratitude.
Art does not explain
You experience beauty or riddle
Or something significant.
“Attention is the rarest and purest form of generosity.”
note: quoted in the book, BIRDS ART LIFE,A Year of Observation by Kyo Maclear, which I just finished. Funny, informative, crisp.
“Craft and consciousness matter. But a poet’s attention must be open to what is not already understood, decided, weighed out. For a poem to be fully alive, the poet needs to surrender the protection of the known and venture into different relationship with the subject ⎯ or is it object? both words miss ⎯ of her attention. The poet must learn from what dwells outside of her conceptions, capacities, and even language: from exile and silence.”- Jane Hirshfield
note: the passage taken from: Nine Gates, Entering the Mind of Poetry by Jane Hirshfield