― Lemony Snicket
Dips and twists of love and land today...
Swiss cheese limestone by James St. John
by Mona Van Duyn
for my mother
...I see your loving look wherever I go.
What is love? Truly I do not know.
Sometimes, perhaps, instead of a great sea,
it is a narrow stream running urgently
far below ground, held down by rocky layers,
the deeds of mother and father, helpless sooth-sayers
of how our life is to be, weighted by clay,
the dense pressure of thwarted needs, the replay
of old misreadings, by hundreds of feet of soil,
the gifts and wounds of the genes, the sort or tall
shape of our possibilities, seeking
and seeking a way to the top, while above, running
and stumbling this way and that on the clueless ground,
another seeker clutches a dowsing-wand
which bends, then lifts, dips, then straightens, everywhere,
saying to the dowser, it is there, it is not there,
and the untaught dowers believes, does not believe,
and finally simply stands on the ground above,
till a silver of stream finds a crack and makes it way,
slowly, too slowly, through rock and earth and clay...
Read the rest here.
And a short poem from Seamus Heaney:
Linda at TeacherDance has the Poetry Friday round-up.