Thursday, February 10, 2011

Thursday Poem - Becoming

Wait for evening.
Then you'll be alone.

Wait for the playground to empty.
Then call out those companions from childhood:

The one who closed his eyes
and pretended to be invisible.
The one to whom you told every secret.
The one who made a world of any hiding place.

And don't forget the one who listened in silence
while you wondered out loud:

Is the universe an empty mirror? A flowering tree?
Is the universe the sleep of a woman?

Wait for the sky's last blue
(the color of your homesickness).

Then you'll know the answer.

Wait for the air's first gold (that color of Amen).
Then you'll spy the wind's barefoot steps.

Then you'll recall that story beginning
with a child who strays in the woods.

The search for him goes on in the growing
shadow of the clock.

And the face behind the clock's face
is not his father's face.

And the hands behind the clock's hands
are not his mother's hands.

All of Time began when you first answered
to the names your mother and father gave you.

Soon, those names will travel with the leaves.
Then, you can trade places with the wind.

Then you'll remember your life
as a book of candles,
each page read by the light of its own burning.

Li-Young Lee
(from Behind My Eyes)


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

This poem touched me in a deep way this morning. Seems during the night I took a mental journey back through the years. Really should not do this. Need to live in the moment :)

Anonymous said...

What a beautiful poem and a beautiful photo.

the wild magnolia said...

I've always loved the time just before sunrise and dark of night. Beautiful photo.

The poem is spectacular, I love one that makes me read it twice. :)

Blessings, dear one!

Cindy said...

"Then you'll remember your life as a book of candles, each page read by the light of its own burning".

That touched me deeply......

Nortehanon said...

Lovely! Just so lovely! The poem touched me deeply and the photo is perfect for the poem.

Dedri said...

Loved this poem. Thank you for sharing it with us! You are one of the jewels in the night sky.