So many roads are ready to take you forward Into the empty world to come, misty with promises. So few will lead you back to what you’ve missed. …………………from the poem Invitation by Carl Dennis
This dirt road leads to the farm on which I lived until my mid to late teens. A modern day photo of a place of memories. It is now posted property and not open for me to take a walk up that lane. Grateful for the experience of farm life, memories, and this photo.
This morning I delighted in a single line of poetry from Mary Oliver’s Toad. Can’t exactly say why it thrilled me, other than my love of storytelling, maybe. The line transported me to a place and time of imagination; where I remembered Einstein once said, “Imagination is everything.” Oliver’s line of poetry that sparked and delighted me: “I was walking by. He was sitting there.”
Not called to move Prefer stillness And looking within
I seek solitude and silence Although The world is never silent
Neither are my thoughts They often ramble To the past or future
Am I an antenna For thoughts Moving in the now?
I wrote this poem at a workshop given by John Fox of Poetic Medicine. His prompt was – to move. I left the workshop at first break that day. I was already feeling the call to social distance and honored my knowing that I wanted to be in another place, alone.
A poem I won’t forget; it slays my heart every time I read it. The poet is Laura Gilpin and the poem is The Two-Headed Calf.
I’m sure growing up on a farm adds to my love of this poem because I see the pasture, the stars, the moon, the orchard, and feel the wind in the grasses. I see in my heart the cow and her calf. I feel their body heat, hear their breathing, and smell their cowness. I hear the sounds of the night; for the night is not silent.
The Two-Headed Calf by Laura Gilpin
Tomorrow, when the farm boys find this freak of nature, they will wrap his body in newspaper and carry him to the museum.
But tonight he is alive and in the north field with his mother. It is a perfect summer evening: the moon rising over the orchard; the wind in the grasses. And as he stares into the sky, there are twice as many stars as usual.