Note To Myself

All of it changes at evening

equal to the darkening,

     Linda Gregg, "Different Not Less"

 

 

 

 

Not to be alone but because I am,

I come more often near dusk, geese

Huddling in the rutted puddled road,

This quiet darkening not the closing

In of rooms but the opening of water

Lengthening into the familiar distance

I know is still there but disappearing,

And I can let my thoughts go out

Across it and believe in their going on

If not quite forever at least farther

Than the limits of light . . . Li Po setting

His poems adrift on the river, and now

The geese, by some unspoken assent,

Leaving the road, entering the water,

Each all in a row, one by one together.   





Poetry by countryfog
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Written on 2013-06-29 at 15:45

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Love all the t's and d's of the line 'Huddling in the rutted puddled road.' The line feels good on the tongue.

Also the provocative last line--'one by one together' could be the title for a poem
2013-07-02


Rob Graber
What a pleasing analogy!
2013-06-30


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
I'm not sure where you're going with this, but I enjoyed the journey.
2013-06-30


Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
Because I am hopeless at comments - I drive down into a valley where the geese congregate as the stream runs across the road - In summer the light hits and in winter it is gloom - - because I can not articulate - this gave me that picture, of geese and loneliness

Elle
2013-06-29