In the apparent
\nvacancy beyond
\neach line, you might
\nsense the poem<\/p>\n
waiting to think
\nitself. Imagine
\nthe surface of a twilight
\npond in wind,<\/p>\n
shifting and changing
\nthe sky, then
\ngoing still
\nas a concentrating mind,<\/p>\n
the far trees
\ndeepening
\nin its reflection.
\nLike the poem<\/p>\n
the pond’s alive —
\nits beauty (the sudden
\nscintillation of a hundred
\nthousand wavelets)<\/p>\n
and music (the percussion
\nof a beaver’s tail)
\narising from what it is.
\nAnd when the pond<\/p>\n
accumulates
\nthe darkness,
\nwhich it loves,
\nit challenges your eyes<\/p>\n
to find the light
\nthat without darkness
\nyou could not see.
\nWild campsites<\/p>\n
you never noticed
\nnow appear
\nalong the far shore
\nIt’s not only itself<\/p>\n
the poem waits for
\nmoving line by line
\ninto its own dark.
\nIt waits for you.\n
<<\/span> The Longing to See<\/a><\/p> <\/div>\n<\/div>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n Section IV Overview<\/a> ><\/span><\/p> <\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n The Poem In the apparent vacancy beyond each line, you might sense the poem waiting to think itself. Imagine the surface of a twilight pond in wind, shifting and changing the sky, then going still as a concentrating mind, the far trees deepening in its reflection. Like the poem the pond’s alive — its beauty […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":6946,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"builder_content":"\n