Poem

Sometimes, when I read a poem or see a piece of art, something touches me in a way words can't express. This is one of those times.

The Evening Is Tranquil, and Dawn Is a Thousand Miles Away

by Charles Wright

The mares go down for their evening feed

into the meadow grass.

Two pine trees sway the invisible wind—

some sway, some don’t sway.

The heart of the world lies open, leached and ticking with sunlight

For just a minute or so.

The mares have their heads on the ground,

the trees have their heads on the blue sky.

Two ravens circle and twist.

On the borders of Heaven the river flows clear a bit longer.

From: The New Yorker