Mar 4, 2011

A Poet

 I have discovered this new poet.  He has a blog with some of his poetry.
This is one of my favorites.

by John Millar

Walk slowly
Along the path
In the forest
By the lake

To the world
As you tread
On bare earth
Along the forest path

Let your body breathe
Into its own
Sunrise of joy
Knowing that
It’s not alone

Feel the crickets’ ratchet
Your footsteps closer
And then fall silent
As they quietly drift by

A pileated woodpecker
Hammers and shrieks
From a big-leaf maple
While prickly sculpin
Swim silently across
The deaf lake bottom

The world is real inside
And joins the forest
That surrounds me
Inside and outside
Never were separate
Everything here belongs

The land listens
Patiently waiting
To dance with us
To join us in laughter
And to carry us through tears
But it can also let us pass
In silence
Blind to its miracle


Em said...

ommmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, beautiful! Thank you for sharing. Em

Marie said...

Barb - great poem, I must look him up and see what else he has. (I sense a Barb wall hanging out of this interpretation.)

Hugs - Marie

Cameron said...

Barb, What a wonderful poem to share. Thanks so much. Many hugs

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