On the Cliff Between Far and Near East Beaches
Indralaya, Orcas Island
Where does this wind come from?
Who else has it touched?
Did it caress the bell
in the white steeple?
This wind--
kissing my face at 2:30 this afternoon--
who did it kiss at 9:15 this morning?
My downward thoughts,
carried away
Do they break up--
Disperse--
like sea foam?
Do they reincarnate
ten years from now
as white fawn lilies
on some unseen hillside?
Who is writing this poem?
The wind?
The eagle whose shadow
just passed over my face?
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Sometimes Gifts Come Later
The worn wood
of the store's front porch
The chipped, glossy red paint
of the iron wheel
on the old coffee mill
December afternoon light
fading lavender
The wool jackets
work gloves
puffs of steam
of the neighbors
assembling the luminaria
along the road
The trail of lights
rising and falling
receding into the dusk
These gifts come back
having silently roosted for years
summoned, perhaps,
by a sadness
barely perceptible
bringing their balm
their solace
of merely being
Truly fine poems, Mike. Thanks for posting them. I was not familiar with her work.
ReplyDeleteHeidi Stahl's poems awaken one's sensories! I can almost feel that wind on my face!
ReplyDeleteThank you! Jeanne D.
Feeling bathed in the beauty of both poem, ruminating.... "sometimes gifts come later". Yes.
ReplyDeleteLain
Gorgeous poems. Thank you, Heidi.
ReplyDeleteHeidi truly fabulous and restful. Both poems take me to the place that touches who we really are and what we are really looking for.
ReplyDeleteWith its detailed, lyrical title and the spareness of its last three stanzas, the first poem here reminds me of translations I've read of classical Chinese poems, pleasingly transposed to our own place and time. I also like the movement suggested by the fifth stanza -- the embodiment of thoughts swooping down and outward, then dissipating, bringing relief from suffering. Memorable and true!
ReplyDeleteDeeply beautiful poems. They made me want to wake up and slow down and savor. What a gift! Thank you!
ReplyDeleteYou can hear the author read "Sometimes Gifts Come Later" on KSER 90.7, Thursday, July 21 at 6:30 p.m. After that broadcast, can listen to this program and one other recent program on the web site (if you have high speed internet): www.poetswest.com under PoetsWest Radio Programs.
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