musings on the ordinary from a retired drama professor
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Best intentions . . .
Greetings in the new year. There is optimism about the possibility presented at the beginning of days. I am stoked with resolve. Today I received a weekly post from one of the best poets alive, Maya Stein. She just kindly gave me permission to share her poem of the week. It resonated with me and I bet it will with you.
my watercolor of Pomponio Beach, CA
10-LINE TUESDAY B Y M A Y A S T E I N
Sometime last week, after the revelry of the new year had passed,
that bright resolve to steer the ship of my life in a freshly purposeful direction
was dismantled by sudden doubt, like a flash frost blinding the windshield.
I wandered the morning half-awake, wasting good daylight on a section
of a tricky crossword, mindless with my meals, stingy
with love. I could feel it, momentum draining out of me, trouble troubling
the water, and all my proclamations about change and opportunity
fell silent as old rocks. The day tumbled on, without visible meaning,
until bed, when a sliver of moon rose behind the house. It wasn’t an answer,
exactly, but I understood this: A journey calls for sea, not shore.