Some pebbles have two faces
With one side rough and ragged,
The other smoothed with every jagged
Edge worn down by fortune’s paces
Over time.
But still they climb
The tides as one
With two perspectives always spun
On everything the world brings,
Whether coal or diamond rings.
The two see different sides of spaces.
One looks above, the other under,
Yet both still see some wonder,
If only gleaned in traces.
This is my last post about the new book. Its fourth and final section is called Where They Cross. "They" refers back to life and loss, the focal areas of the first two sections, and the theme of this final section concerns how wonder can be found in both our happy and our heartbreaking experiences. I think this poem, which appears early in the section, may be the one that makes this point most directly.
No comments:
Post a Comment