A Gift
Just when you seem to
yourself
nothing but a flimsy web
of questions, you are given
the
questions of others to hold
in the emptiness of your hands,
songbird eggs
that can still hatch
if you keep them warm,
butterflies opening and
closing themselves
in your cupped palms, trusting you not to injure
their
scintillant fur, their dust.
You are given the questions of others
as if
they were answers
to all you ask. Yes, perhaps
this gift is your
answer.
~ Denise Levertov
~
(Sands of the
Well)
(left button to play, right button
to save)