To A Grieving Friend
Ay, on the shores of darkness there is light,
And precipices show untrodden green.
John Keats, To Homer
After days of rain, hard frosts and thaws,
High and low a part of the cutbank has
Slipped into the stream, leaving nothing
To say it had ever been there but for mud
Covering for now the shallow stones and
Darkening the deeper pools, settling only
Briefly until water from the spring-source
Will carry and clear everything before it.
Where land has broken away, a new path
To take me farther on though out of my way.
Still, nothing is lost but something is gained:
Wind and rain have more space now, birds
A little more air and light, the cottonwoods
Closer now to the water they had leaned to,
The stream less bounded yet more deeply rooted.
Always in the taking is a receiving. There is
No turning back now, only going on from here,
Remembering the old way, learning the new.
Poetry by countryfog
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Written on 2015-10-29 at 15:46
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