Seeing, in Three Pieces
Somehow we must
see
through the shimmering cloth
of daily life, its painted,
evasive
facings of what to eat,
to wear? Which work
matters? Is a bird more
or
less than a man?
*
There have been
people
who helped the world. Named
or not named. They weren't
interested
in what might matter,
doubled over as they were
with
compassion. Laden
branches, bright rivers.
*
When a bulb burns out
we
just change it--
it's not the bulb we love;
it's the light.
~ Kate Knapp ~
(Wind Somewhere and
Shade)
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