It has been an enforced rest kind of day today. Lots of words have been flitting around in my head, but today was not the day to try to harness them in any way. The words and thoughts are of a mostly pleasant nature these days, so their flighty nature isn’t terribly bothersome.
Alex showed me the poem below earlier this evening and it really struck a chord, so I thought that I would share it with you. I think that I shall go outside now and listen to what my friends, the night voices, have to say. I haven’t done that in far too long.
You will never be alone, you hear so deep
a sound when autumn comes. Yellow
pulls across the hills and thrums,
or the silence after lightning before it says
its names – and then the clouds’ wide-mouthed
apologies. You were aimed from birth:
you will never be alone. Rain
will come, a gutter filled, an Amazon,
long aisles – you never heard so deep a sound,
moss on rock, and years. You turn your head –
that’s what the silence meant: you’re not alone.
The whole wide world pours down.