Gratitude List:
1. That moon! I finally did catch a glimpse last night. Beautiful.
2. Sweet little Otis (for myotis lucifugus, the Latin name for little brown bat), who roosts in the barn. May he and his kind live long and prosper.
3. The call of the goldfinch: “So Sweee-eeet!”
4. Getting back to spinning again. Follow the twist up the strand. Release. Let go. Trust the spiral to catch and hold. Magic.
5. Billy Collins.
May we walk in beauty.
Poem-A-Day Day 25 Prompt: Write an Opposite Poem, a poem which is opposite to one which you have already written. Really tough challenge today.
I’ll sit with Uncle Walt in the hall of contradictions,
contain my multitudes or let them fly outwards.
Did I say that the heart was a circle,
a singularity, a unit, contained?
No, the heart is a line,
straight and unswerving,
connecting any two points.
The geometer says,
Begin with a single point.
Notice, over there, a second point
and mark it carefully with your pencil.
Holding your pencil on that point,
line up your ruler between them,
and draw your line tenderly.
And if you are like Billy Collins, or me,
and falling in love is something you do
constantly and willfully,
those lines will ray outward from your center
like a glorious web, encompassing the universe,
like a circle.
Mockingbird Chronicles 