Category: Cro-Magnon
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Nobody knows any more than ever
Why do you think it is necessary to visit me here, in my place of origin? Do you think I cannot reach you wherever you are? Must you believe in talismans? I admit doubt. I have wandered all over, as have you, and all I know is inside me, not here in this cave or…
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My Cro-Magnon friend responds to William Stafford
Catch and let go, leaves take the light. I let them wander into my hand, praise the breeze that flits them away. Miracles abound. Last evening by the fire, light flecked the walls, throwing shadows, picking them up, dancing them onto the ceiling. It is a miracle. A simple thing, I think, light must be,…
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On poetry and knowing things
Today a child tossed a white stone into green water. As it sank, it turned pale green, then darker green until I could no longer pick it out from the green of the depths. At that instant, it disappeared forever. But you and I know better. We cannot deny its presence, its truthfulness. We mark…
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Intimacy
What I always wonder in a place like this is how many people have walked this ridge before, over how many centuries and what have they thought looking down, across, overhead into the trees, towards each other? What, that is different from my crowded thoughts right now? Where are you, earth? Someday, I will find…
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