Oh, melancholy, how poor I would be without you drawing my attention to this or that. Yesterday it was the wild plum blossoms along the brief road to today, and today it’s this rain that will rain only once. Each grain of sand on each shingle lights for an instant, like a window across a black lake, and then the tiny shade is drawn, as time strikes the wet panes and glances away. Tomorrow, too, you will be waiting with something to show me. That time, for example, when you dipped a spoon into the plain water of an ordinary day, then lifted it, salty with tears, to my lips.
~ Ted Kooser, May. The Wheeling Year: A Poet’s Field Book
Photograph: Irina Munteanu (Dawning on Me) via eikadan
Powerful and exactly what I am feeling at the moment.
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Yes Julie. Me too….
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beautiful.
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Amazing writing!
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It is!
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I especially love the title sentence.
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My favorite too!
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