[Image: Because of childhood associations, all I can think of when I see this is something like, “Come ON. It’s Saturday morning! Can I watch cartoons yet? Can I can I can I?!?”]
From whiskey river:
The Gate
I had no idea that the gate I would step through
to finally enter this worldwould be the space my brother’s body made. He was
a little taller than me: a young manbut grown, himself by then,
done at twenty-eight, having folded every sheet,rinsed every glass he would ever rinse under the cold
and running water.This is what you have been waiting for, he used to say to me.
And I’d say, What?And he’d say, This — holding up my cheese and mustard sandwich.
And I’d say, What?And he’d say, This, sort of looking around.
(Marie Howe [source])
…and:
Annunciation
Even if I don’t see it again — nor ever feel it
I know it is — and that if once it hailed me
it ever does —
And so it is myself I want to turn in that direction
not as towards a place, but it was a tilting
within myself,
as one turns a mirror to flash the light to where
it isn’t — I was blinded like that — and swam
in what shone at me
only able to endure it by being no one and so
specifically myself I thought I’d die
from being loved like that.
(Marie Howe [source])
…and:
A lifetime may not be long enough to attune ourselves fully to the harmony of the universe. But just to become aware that we can resonate with it — that alone can be like waking up from a dream.
(David Steindl-Rast [source])