Knife

Molokai, Hawaii

KNIFE

Something
just now
moved through my heart
like the thinnest of blades
as that red-tail pumped
once with its great wings
and flew above the gray, cracked
rock wall.

It wasn’t
about the bird, it was
something about the way
stone stays
mute and put, whatever
goes flashing by.

Sometimes,
when I sit like this, quiet,
all the dreams of my blood
and all outrageous divisions of time
seem ready to leave,
to slide out of me.
Then, I imagine, I would never move.

By now
the hawk has flown five mile
sat least,
dazzling whoever else has happened
to look up.
I was dazzled. But that
wasn’t the knife.

It was the sheer, dense wall
of blind stone
without a pinch of hope
or a single unfulfilled desire
sponging up and reflecting,
so brilliantly,
as it has for centuries,
the sun’s fire.

– Mary Oliver –

The photo above, taken when we spent a few days on the “off the beaten path” Hawaiian island of Molokai, might be a better correspondence with the image evoked by Mary Oliver’s words. Yet, I love how LIFE finds its way into cracks and crevices, making beauty within the improbable.

Agrigento, Sicilia

Author: Katharine Weinmann

attending to the inner life to live and lead with kindness, clarity and wisdom; writing to claim the beauty in her wabi sabi life

One thought on “Knife”

  1. Yes!
    Many decades ago (!) while living in a desert town, there was this Hollyhock that straggled its way through a crack in the Food Mart parking lot. Heat gets hotter when surrounded by asphalt, but it stormed upward regardless. The first few days, it was a scientific ‘miracle’ but as the days went by, it became a human being ‘miracle’. One day several rocks were found arranged neatly around the hollyhock – protection from the cars? Whatever the motive, it meant someone else had noticed. It lived ‘tall enough’ to flower – it lived unharmed enough by humans/cars/heat to flower, too. I confess to having watered it upon occasion as others might have also.
    Poetry is timeless.

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