Become Becoming
Wait for evening.
Then
you’ll be alone.
Wait for the playground to
empty.
Then call out those companions from childhood:
The one who closed his
eyes
and pretended to be invisible.
The one to whom you told every
secret.
The one who made a world of any hiding place.
And don’t forget the one who
listened in silence
while you wondered out lout:
Is the universe an empty
mirror? A flowering tree?
Is the universe the sleep of a
woman?
Wait for the sky’s last
blue
(the color of your homesickness).
Then you’ll know the
answer.
Wait for the air’s first
gold (that color of Amen).
Then you’ll spy the wind’ barefoot
steps.
Then you’ll recall that
story beginning
with a child who strays in the woods.
The search for him goes on
in the growing
shadow of the clock.
And the face behind the
clock’s face
is not his father’s face.
And the hands behind the
clock’s hands
are not his mother’s hands.
All of Time began when you
first answered
to the names your mother and father gave you.
Soon, those names will
travel with the leaves.
Then, you can trade places with the
wind.
Then you’ll remember your
life
as a book of candles,
each page read by the light of its own
burning.
~ Li-Young Lee
~
(Behind My
Eyes)
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