what's to come
Say, for a moment, you gave yourself the luxury of floating your mind's
eye to the next chapter or your story. I know, you are still thick in the present tense,
married - for richer or poorer - to these pages. Or else you were told that what matters
is the now you're standing in, and you're a fool to take a stab before the hows and whens
announce themselves. But today, suspend the disbelief of your own wizardry. Imagine
words like roots not yet been planted, the sentences noodle and pliant.
Picture yourself in that ungardened garden,
the soil dark and porous, that loamy scent of what's to come not a defiant
question mark to shrink from but a light to lean against. How the tint and shade
begins to shape this vague new world your heart's already made.
~ Maya Stein
[... her last 10-line poem of 2013]
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Thank you for all your visits here ...
It's been grand.
Let's celebrate new chapters
and the many ways we may "write" them next.
I like that idea of suspending disbelief in our own wizardry ...
more of that, I'd say!
And that littlest seedling in the middle of the photo?
Grew just as tall and produced just as many beans
as all its companions.
No matter, really, if it appears we're lagging behind.
and all of us
in our own good time.
Happy new ~ a toast to you all on this very fine eve!