“Paired or unpaired, all in the world…”

Paired or unpaired, all in the world
yet moves forward—

A smudge of ash falls through the still air, fragile as a snowflake; nuns’
shoes of molded blue rest by the temple doorstep, inscribed
with names and messages.

Together, hundreds of fish that have perished in the rivers;
thousands of red-winged birds tumbling out of the sky.

Today, only the sun smolders on the ridgetop
between columns of oaks.

Even this not-speaking is speaking to me.
And tomorrow?

Nothing to do but steel the heart again for the crossing;
wait for the fog to clear.

Luisa A. Igloria
01.06.2011

In response to today’s Morning Porch entry.

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2 Comments


  1. “Nothing to do but steel the heart again for the crossing;
    wait for the fog to clear.”

    Love it!

    Thank you–

    Reply

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