The fresh thought of wanting
The eagerness of eating an ice cream cone
Hastens arrival of summer
As if it can be done by magical gestures
I’m thinking of supernatural, the miraculous.
I will fold my hands
And sit still, in silence.
There are those extraordinary hours
When you feel the approach of the beautiful
The moments when imagination is at its sharpest
When you see only clarity
Awe can be incomprehensible.
The ice cream is melting
The buds remain buried under the snow
I’m running very fast to catch reality
And tie it down.
Where are you?
You try to frame your beginnings and journey
Demolishing and picking up the ruins
Planting roots, building a ladder with vision of a summit,
A tapestry of new colors and threads
Then you see a swan rising from the waters
The white wings spreading wide as if without effort
The awe encompasses all you have learned
Simple, precise and complete
Forever transforming your soul.
Where is the power that causes
the changes of colors of ferns
and grass growing along brooks
and streams,golden instead of green?
bordering on winter
Astonishment comes even
late in life
like summons to happiness.
I watched children rushed to the window
wow, they said,
awed by lightning and thunder.
The rain fell light and heavy.
The wind and trees played
wild and wicked game.
Where are the birds? one child asked.
How do they dry their wings?asked the other.
In refugee camps
what questions do the children ask?