The SabbathWe weren't speaking. It was snowing, temps dipping ( Read more... )

Other Things

“To plant a garden is to believe in tomorrow" - Plaque at the Amana Colony, Iowa, Sept 14
To buy a potted plant is to admit both faithlessness and need. To water the plant, perhaps daily, perhaps once in a while when you remember and the leaves start to droop, is as close to love as it gets ( Read more... )

(an epitaph)

In The Endthe things we love give back ( Read more... )

Burning incense could cause cancer according to a scientific ( Read more... )

RainWe live always with rain ( Read more... )

The Mockingbird
by Mary OliverAll summer ( Read more... )

Domestic
by Richard MeierThe birds are here, of course, before us: one ( Read more... )

White out
by Richard Meier

No time more apt to leave you than midwinter.

The way the snow takes over, grips
us in its coterie of terms -
settle, treacherous, black ice, grit -so it is with you ( Read more... )

I'm really liking some of Meier's poetry for their attentiveness to the precise details of everyday life - to these moments of discovery and life between the ordinary. I also seem to hear in these poems echoes of Seamus Heaney, such as his "Digging" and "Bogland." Beyond the chance coincidence of the poems' themes, there's also a similarity in the ( Read more... )

Poem of the one world
by Mary Oliver

This morning
the beautiful white heron
was floating along above the water

and then into the sky of this
the one world
we all belong to

where everything
sooner or later
is a part of everything else

which thought made me feel
for a little while
quite beautiful myself.