I have two folks to thank for this luscious poem. First, of course, the author. Her name is Holly Hughes. I’ve linked to her bio, below. The other is the delightfully creative force behind a blog I enjoy, Beyond the Fields We Know. Here
Mind Wanting More
The mind wants a shaft of sun to stir the grey porridge of clouds,
an osprey to stitch sea to sky with its barred wings,
some dramatic music: a symphony, perhaps a
But the mind always wants more than it has— one more bright day of sun,
one more clear night in bed with the moon;
one more hour to get the words right;
one more chance for the heart in hiding to emerge from its thicket in dried grasses—
as if this quiet day with its tentative light weren’t enough,
as if joy weren’t strewn all around.
Holly Hughes from America Zen: A Gathering of Poets
Which reminds me of one of my favorite poems from a beloved hero of mine, Wendell Berry. A venerable national treasure if ever there was one.
The Peace of Wild Things
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water,
and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief.
I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with their light.
For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.