Friday, April 1, 2016

swallowed with all hope

Roses on my Trader's walk this evening


It's April!!  Which means it is (among all the crazed moments in the Arts Dept~in the next 16 days, we have three Wonka performances, a choir trip to Dallas, and the visual art show/annual auction) thirty beautiful days of celebrating POETRY!!

As it's been a day of wild storms and high energy at school, I am going with a contemplative choice today.




Measure the walls. Count the ribs. Notch the long days.
Look up for blue sky through the spout. Make small fires
with the broken hulls of fishing boats. Practice smoke signals.
Call old friends, and listen for echoes of distant voices.
Organize your calendar. Dream of the beach. Look each way
for the dim glow of light. Work on your reports. Review
each of your life’s ten million choices. Endure moments
of self-loathing. Find the evidence of those before you.
Destroy it. Try to be very quiet, and listen for the sound
of gears and moving water. Listen for the sound of your heart.
Be thankful that you are here, swallowed with all hope,
where you can rest and wait. Be nostalgic. Think of all
the things you did and could have done. Remember
treading water in the center of the still night sea, your toes
pointing again and again down, down into the black depths.

"Things to Do in the Belly of the Whale" by Dan Albergotti from The Boatloads. © BOA Editions, Ltd., 2008.


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