Carrying a day
is like carrying a mountain,
Brooding over your own horizon
those endless small words
The silence at the end of sentences.
Come to the bank
Breathe the snow
Put your day down
– Terrance Keenan, excerpted and edited from “Lullaby of Crossing the River” in St. Nadie in Winter
Notes: Poem via The Vale of Soul Making. Photo by Patty Maher (The Quiet Storm).
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