Everyone, today,
Lets hope we are astonished.
by I don’t know what
Adapted from: TOMORROW by Jim Harrison, published in
IN SEARCH OF SMALL GODS, Copper Canyon Press, 2010
I’m hoping to be astonished tomorrow
by I don’t know what:
not the usual undiscovered bird in the cold
snowy willows, garishly green and yellow,
and not my usual death, which I’ve done
before with Borodin’s music
used in Kismet, and angels singing
“Stranger in Paradise,” that sort of thing,
and not the thousand naked women
running a marathon in circles around me
while I swivel on a writerly chair
keeping an eye on my favorites.
What could it be, this astonishment,
but falling into a liquid mirror
to finally understand that the purpose
of earth is earth? It’s plain as night.
She’s willing to sleep with us a little while.
Oddly enough, this was set to be posted yesterday until I realized it was the anniversary of the death if Abraham Lincoln.
I was astonished by the news from Paris about the fire at Notre Dame.
And in a real goofy way, I was relieved, if not comforted that calamitous events involving national icons can still happen by chance instead of by targeted action.
As Mr. Harrison writes:
“to finally understand that the purpose
of earth is earth? It’s plain as night.”
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