Monday Morning Wake-Up Call

And how could you ever
get what you want
when you would need to believe
            in something other than
the past—friends, mornings, walks,
            the spider-branchwork
            of cold trees—

Joanna Klink, from “On Surmising” in “The Nightfields” (Penguin Books, July 7, 2020)

What I hope for…

“What I hope for,” Limón said, “is a sort of soothing. I don’t mean just for humans, but for animals, plants and every living creature.”

Elisabeth Egan, from “A Poem Hitches a Ride on a Rocket, to Infinity and Beyond.” NASA and the U.S. Poet Laureate Ada Limón may not be obvious collaborators, but a Jupiter-bound mission helped them find common ground. (NY Times, October 25, 2024)


Notes:

  • Photograph: Europa Clipper Lifts Off From Kennedy Space Center. NASA/Kim Shiflett
  • Listen to Ada Limón read her poem here.
  • In Praise of Mystery: A Poem for Europa by Ada Limón:

    Arching under the night sky inky
    with black expansiveness, we point
    to the planets we know, we

    pin quick wishes on stars. From earth,
    we read the sky as if it is an unerring book
    of the universe, expert and evident.

    Still, there are mysteries below our sky:
    the whale song, the songbird singing
    its call in the bough of a wind-shaken tree.

    We are creatures of constant awe,
    curious at beauty, at leaf and blossom,
    at grief and pleasure, sun and shadow.

    And it is not darkness that unites us,
    not the cold distance of space, but
    the offering of water, each drop of rain,

    each rivulet, each pulse, each vein.
    O second moon, we, too, are made
    of water, of vast and beckoning seas.

    We, too, are made of wonders, of great
    and ordinary loves, of small invisible worlds,
    of a need to call out through the dark.

Lightly Child, Lightly.

Every leaf that falls
never stops falling. I once
thought that leaves were leaves.
Now I think they are feeling,
in search of a place—
someone’s hair, a park bench, a
finger. Isn’t that
like us, going from place to
place, looking to be alive?

Victoria Chang, “Passage” in The Trees Witness Everything by Victoria Chang, published by Copper Canyon Press, 2022. (via Read a Little Poetry)


Notes:

  • Video: InnoRecords (via Pexels)
  • Post Title & Inspiration: Aldous Huxley: “It’s dark because you are trying too hard. Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do everything lightly. Yes, feel lightly even though you’re feeling deeply. Just lightly let things happen and lightly cope with them.

Lightly Child, Lightly.

Though they cannot be deciphered,
cannot become lighter,
all moments will shine
if you cut them open,
glisten like entrails in the sun.

— Sara Eliza Johnson, from “As the Sickle Moon Guts a Cloud” from “Bone Map: Poems” (Milkweed Editions; September 16, 2014)


Notes:

  • DK Time Lapse. October 9, 2024. Cove Island Park, Stamford, CT. More photos of yesterday’s glorious sunrise here.
  • Post Title & Inspiration: Aldous Huxley: “It’s dark because you are trying too hard. Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do everything lightly. Yes, feel lightly even though you’re feeling deeply. Just lightly let things happen and lightly cope with them.

Even fanatics cannot change that.

Why? Because people need songs like they need bread and water. People need poetry, beauty, love! So long as the sun rises and rivers flow, there will always be weddings and celebrations and music. Even fanatics cannot change that.

Elif Shafak, “There Are Rivers in the Sky: A Novel” (Knopf, August 20, 2024)


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