Thursday, February 12, 2015

Thursday Poem - Mind Wanting More

Only a beige slat of sun
above the horizon, like a shade pulled
not quite down. Otherwise,
clouds. Sea rippled here and
there. Birds reluctant to fly.
The mind wants a shaft of sun to
stir the grey porridge of clouds,
an osprey to stitch sea to sky
with its barred wings, some dramatic
music: a symphony, perhaps
a Chinese gong.

But the mind always
wants more than it has—
one more bright day of sun,
one more clear night in bed
with the moon; one more hour
to get the words right; one
more chance for the heart in hiding
to emerge from its thicket
in dried grasses—as if this quiet day
with its tentative light weren't enough,
as if joy weren't strewn all around.

Holly Hughes
from America Zen: A Gathering of Poets

4 comments:

One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods. said...

oh yes,
this heart always
wants more then it has...

Mystic Meandering said...

"...one more chance for the heart in hiding to emerge from its thicket..." Oh my, that's my line! :)

Tabor said...

You always seem to find those jewels of poets I have not read!!

Lilian Nattel said...

Wow, what a sky! I love the branches in the foreground.