After Months Away
the world is full of prayers
arrived at from
afterwards
W. S. Merwin, "Words From A Totem Animal"
This stream singing with spring rain sounds now
Where nothing had been heard all winter, heard
Now in the rush of what had been hushed water
Staying and settled in stones and silence, shallow
As the shadows of the oaks and cottonwoods on it,
But moving now, more to depth than any distance;
Renewal rising from the cold catchment, its portent
And prophecy apprehended only as afterthought;
How sometimes realization precedes expectation,
And revelation proceeds from silence into song.
Poetry by countryfog
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Written on 2015-06-06 at 16:16
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