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11.22.2012

dust



Someone spoke to me last night,
told me the truth. Just a few words,
but I recognized it.
I knew I should make myself get up,
write it down, but it was late,
and I was exhausted from working
all day in the garden, moving rocks.
Now, I remember only the flavor —
not like food, sweet or sharp.
More like a fine powder, like dust.
And I wasn’t elated or frightened,
but simply rapt, aware.
That’s how it is sometimes —
God comes to your window,
all bright light and black wings,
and you’re just too tired to open it.
 
~ by Dorianne Laux
from What We Carry
 
xxx

11 comments:

J Cosmo Newbery said...

If he's so clever why doesn't he open the window and come in, make a tea and sit and chat a while...

red dirt girl said...

oh dear, I was afraid this would happen ... I know she used 'God' but I personally read this more as 'the spirit / muse that inspires'. So I loved the poem because I 'read' it as a poem about poetic inspiration - having those aha moments in a semi-conscious / asleep mode and just being too tired to capture it. And then when you awaken, the moment is in fragments, tatters ... no way to put it back together. And god, you knew it was SO important!

xxx

goatman said...

A garden of rock moving --- odd.

soubriquet said...

The flavour of moving rocks? Well, I'd be lying if I claimed never to have licked a rock, but...

Anyway, God's sually portrayed decked out in a surfeit of light, but, black wings? Are you sure? It's just.. Well, black, really not His colour, y'know, usually assigned to the opposing team.
And the thing is, he's omnipresent, so they say. Which means he's outside the window and in. And in the cookie jar, and the septic tank. That's why I don't do religion, it's far too confusing. Anyway, he has a big voice, he thunders, and whispers across the void. Surely he can shout through a simple little window.

Or leave a note.

soubriquet said...

Besides. I ascribe my waking confusion and rapidly crumbling clarity to my old and decrepit brain.I have KNOWN things, things nobody else knows, the truth, the underlying explanation for all manner of hidden truths.
I knew, once, what happened to the dinosaurs. I saw it clearly, clearly.
But the following day, and the next 27 years... it just hasn't come back to me. One day, I'm sure I'll remember. I think we all have special dark visors in front of our eyes, and sometimes they become clear, by accident, until they're turned back on, obscuring reality.

red dirt girl said...

Stirring the pot, you two.

Have you've never spent a day moving rocks in your garden ??? I have - PLENTY! Mostly because I'm quite particular about spatial arrangement, and it drives me crazy when the 3rd rock to the left of the large boulder is showing his softer side when I want to see hard jagged planes and bared teeth ....

This is the way of the Rocks, grasshopper...

xxx

red dirt girl said...

Black wings??? Beating at night windows??? Surely we all realize that this is not the Holier Than God visiting, but some darker, mischief intending counterfeit.

geesh ... why do people read things so literally ??! the poetess mutters to herself ...

xxx

soubriquet said...

Of course I move rocks.

It troubles me when they show their dark sides though, all jagged planes and sharp teeth. And when they all start that rumbling growl, and moving towards me, that's when I'd rather be safely indoors. With the widow closed.

soubriquet said...

Oh dear.
Freudian slip.
Now everybody will be wondering about the closed widow.
Window, I meant, closed window. Not widow.

red dirt girl said...

Hmmm....God penetrating closed widows ?? I want to know about your dreams last night ;)

I was wondering who would tease me about my rock with bared teeth!

xxx

goatman said...

I guess yall are thinking garden: rocks, fountain, and floral plantings and I am thinking garden: asparagus, tomatoes, green beans and raspberry. Rocks would clog up or destroy my tiller!
OOps, too literal.
My rocks stand in the way of clarity and progress. The black god of erosion and time must clear the way then make herself scarce.