July 11, 2021

On Poeming

I have skimmed the vast galaxy of poetry on and off my entire literary life, but to be honest, I never felt like I truly understood it and I never developed what I’d call an appreciation for it, beyond the general idea that poets are mystical, magical creatures who bend words and ideas in ways the rest of us simply can’t. The extent of my own poetic efforts culminated in writing a series of snarky haikus with two colleagues during Poetry Month a few years ago. Enjoyable but not exactly worthy of sharing beyond our little trio.

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October 18, 2011

Sweet Darkness

When your eyes are tired
the world is tired also.


When your vision has gone
no part of the world can find you.


Time to go into the dark
where the night has eyes
to recognize its own.


There you can be sure
you are not beyond love.


The dark will be your womb
tonight.


The night will give you a horizon
further than you can see.


You must learn one thing,
the world was made to be free in.


Give up all the other worlds
except the one to which you belong.


Sometimes it takes darkness and
the sweet confinement of your
aloneness to learn


anything or anyone
that does not bring you alive


is too small for you.


-David Whyte from “The House of Belonging”

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