Thursday, June 11, 2009

Thursday Poem - Generations

Our stories lie down in the orchard,

their time is not now, but something is

coming, something is going away. They

rise to the stars, and wait to be told.

There are listeners who know how little

we know, how much we are feeling.

We had to go our own way, a little off course,

always, no matter how specific the directions

seemed at the time. In this universe if we’re lucky,

we will live in our children’s stories,

their tales that will turn us to legend,

some absurd truth that has nothing to do

with our plans, our meticulous records.

No matter what stories we discard or keep,

they will give us a life we cannot imagine.

Jeanne Lohmann

from The Light of Invisible Bodies


Marinela said...

Such a nice poem ,I enioyed reading :)

hele said...

"liminal places and the wild wisdom" indeed.

traveling through your blog makes the world seem endlessly wonder filled.