Another year draws to a close. And what a year it has been - for many, filled with triumphs and tragedies. And so we may pause, in our moments of celebrations, between the hoopla and the hustle and rush, and consider - reflect on what we've accomplished and achieved, perhaps even, set new goals. However you celebrate and wherever you are, I do wish you Peace and Light for the endings an old year brings, and Hope as the new begins.
And so, one final little poem, to perhaps just whet an appetite, hopefully not over satiated:
"Days We Would Rather Know" by Michael Blumenthal
There are days we would rather know
than these, as there is always, later,
a wife we would rather have married
than whom we did, in that severe nowness
time pushed, imperfectly, to then. Whether,
standing in the museum before Rembrandt's "Juno,"
we stand before beauty, or only before a consensus
about beauty, is a question that makes all beauty
suspect ... and all marriages. Last night,
leaves circled the base of the ginkgo as if
the sun had shattered during the night
into a million gold coins no one had the sense
to claim. And now, there are days we would
rather know than these, days when to stand
before beauty and before "Juno" are, convincingly,
the same, days when the shattered sunlight
seeps through the trees and the women we marry
stay interesting and beautiful both at once,
and their men. And though there are days
we would rather know than now, I am,
at heart, a scared and simple man. So I tighten
my arms around the woman I love, now
and imperfectly, stand before "Juno" whispering
beautiful beautiful until I believe it, and—
when I come home at night—I run out
into the day's pale dusk with my broom
and my dustpan, sweeping the coins from the base
of the ginkgo, something to keep for a better tomorrow:
days we would rather know that never come.
And so Toads, travelers and friends, here is the moment - to share one last poem on the platform for 2018.
Choose your poem. Link up. Come back to catch your breath and rest up - reading and sharing your comments, once again, before the days change over to a new leaf - clean sheets (pages) and we walk into 2019.
Happy Holidays and Poeming -