Monday. Back to work and school, to lessons and meetings, to the mundane and…maybe, the extraordinary. Start the week with a poem or two or three — be serious, be silly — and see what happens.
“Jackrabbits, green onions and witches stew
3 dollars & upside down lemons & you
Dinky planet on a skateboard of dynamite
O, what to do, chile peppers, Mrs. Oops
Dr. What, Mr. Space Station unscrewed
The Redbook of Ants says you better run
No sireee, LOL, blowin’ my bubble gum sun”
~ Juan Felipe Herrera (US Poet Laureate), “Jackrabbits, Green Onions & Witches Stew”
Stop. Let the rush go by. Find your thread and hold on! I love this poem by William Stafford.
“There’s a thread you follow. It goes among
things that change. But it doesn’t change.
People wonder about what you are pursuing.
You have to explain about the thread.
But it is hard for others to see.
While you hold it you can’t get lost.
Tragedies happen; people get hurt
or die; and you suffer and get old.
Nothing you do can stop time’s unfolding.
You don’t ever let go of the thread.”
~ William Stafford, “The Way It Is”
Dead ends. Unseen paths. Baffled minds. The struggles we overcome often provide us with a song — as in Wendell Berry’s lovely poem (below) about real work.
Nature, too, sometimes gives us something to sing about. Today, the Kwanzan cherry trees are in bloom!
“It may be that when we no longer know what to do
we have come to our real work,
and that when we no longer know which way to go
we have begun our real journey.
The mind that is not baffled is not employed.
The impeded stream is the one that sings.”
~ Wendell Berry, “The Real Work”