RAISONS D’ÊTRE

 

                                       Now in the quiet I stand
                                       and look at her a long time, glad
                                       to have recovered what is lost
                                       in the exchange of something for money.

                                            – Wendell Berry (“The Sorrel Filly”)

Looming closer, a swirling darkness just beyond
the thought of summer’s water that is not
frozen deep in the Sierras to feed our rivers

and canyon leaks—of brittle fall and cattle
gathered at an empty trough. The creek dries back
and sinks in March, lifted to new canopies

of sycamores dressing. Skeletons of old oaks
stand out between greening survivors, some
wearing only clumps of yellow mistletoe

hanging like reasons, raisons—like raisins
clinging to a leafless vine. Each season
spins the same dry song, yet we find our place,

harmonize and sing along, lifted like precious
moisture to tender leaves, a basic ascension not
available in the big box stores, unrecorded

in the history of our presence. This may be
the new normal for old people—that daze
of amazement we have been working towards.

 

6 responses to “RAISONS D’ÊTRE

  1. “Each season / spins the same dry song, yet we find our place, / harmonize and sing along . . .” Beautiful and moving lines capture my septuagenarian senses with a mixture of awe and dread . . .

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  2. With 20% of normal snow pack, I am befuddled by how oblivious are those that simply turn a faucet.

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  3. Thanks for that poem – I’m right there for reasons to exist.

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