Thursday, February 07, 2008

Thursday Poem - Walking Home From Oak Head

There is something
about the snow-laden sky
in winter
in the late afternoon

that brings to the heart elation
and the lovely meaninglessness
of time.
Whenever I get home - whenever -

Somebody loves me there.
I stand in the same dark peace
as any pine tree,

or wander on slowly
like the still unhurried wind,
as for a gift,

for the snow to begin
which it does
at first casually,
then, irrepressibly.

Wherever else I live -
in music, in words,
in the fires of the heart,
I abide just as deeply

in this nameless, indivisible place,
this world,
which is falling apart now,
which is white and wild,

which is faithful beyond all our expressions of faith,
our deepest prayers.
Don't worry, sooner or later I'll be home.
Red-checked from the roused wind,

I'll stand in the doorway
stamping my boots and slapping my hands,
my shoulders
covered with stars.

Mary Oliver,
Walking Home From Oak-Head Pond from Thirst)


Shelli said... favorite poet.

Lil said...

Cate ~ great poem! I've just discovered Mary Oliver (I think because of you!), and her words really resonate with the earth-lover that I am. Thank you...your photo is awesome, as per usual!

Lil xo

Suzanne said...

Cate, I was so moved by this poem and your photograph. It's not really a quiet photograph at all to me -- I feel such strength and presence in those trees. I felt something moving across my heart when I read this post. Thank you!