To Live A Long Time In One Place
. . . moving evenly through the warm, temperate,
repetitive events of a life that was not going anywhere
because it was already there; it lived at the center.
Wallace Stegner, "The Double Corner"
And now again the one shadow of a thousand blackbirds
Lifts from the dark trees, each one saying the one thing
Blackbirds know, which is how they follow their hunger
Each morning east toward the light and the stubble field
Not yet tilled, spring rains making a marshy morass of it,
And each evening, slowly and almost without a sound,
Their passage west again to where they and the leaving
Light will darken and settle into the ridge line trees again.
All my life and all my own passages keep coming to no more
Than this - following light and blackbirds, going and staying.
Poetry by countryfog
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Written on 2013-05-19 at 16:42
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