Thought for the Day - Aug 2,00

Subject: Thought for the Day - Aug 2,00
From: Peter T.
Date: 02 Aug 00 - 08:51 AM

Another fine Jane Hirshfield poem:

IF THE RISE OF THE FISH

If for a moment
the leaves fell upward,
if it seemed a small flock
of brown-orange birds
circled over the trees,
if they circled then scattered each in
its own direction for the lost seed
they had spotted in tall, gold-checkered grass.
If the bloom of flies on the window
in morning sun, if their singing insistence
on grief and desire. If the fish.
If the rise of the fish.
If the blue morning held in the glass of the window,
if my fingers, my palms. If my thighs.
If your hands, if my thighs.
If the seeds, among all the lost gold of the grass.
If your hands on my thighs, if your tongue.
If the leaves. If the singing fell upward. If grief.
For a moment if singing and grief.
If the blue of the body fell upward, out of our hands.
If the morning held it like leaves.

Subject: RE: Thought for the Day - Aug 2,00
From: Mrrzy
Date: 02 Aug 00 - 12:36 PM

Just the kind of thought I need today, Peter - I am in my new space surrounded by boxes piled to the ceiling, blocking my views, blocking the shelves I'm supposed to be unpacking onto, hemming me in, fencing me in, and all I can think about is Charlie Poole and the North Carolina Ramblers doing Mooooooooooooving day.

Subject: RE: Thought for the Day - Aug 2,00
From: katlaughing
Date: 02 Aug 00 - 12:55 PM

Peter,

Reminds me of the dancing leaf video/analogy of life throughout American Beauty, a most profound movie.