AGAINST HESITATION
If you stare at it long enoughthe mountain becomes unclimbable.
Tally it up. How much time have you spent
waiting for the soup to cool?
Icicles hang from January gutters
only as long as they can. Fingers pause
above piano keys for the chord
that will not form. Slam them down
I say. Make music of what you can.
Some people stop at the wrong corner
and waste a dozen years hoping
for directions. I can’t be them.
Tell every girl I’ve ever known
I’m coming to break her door down,
that my teeth will clench
the simple flower I only knew
not to give . . . Ah, how long did I stand
beneath the eaves believing the storm
would stop? It never did.
And there is lightning in me still.
--Charles Rafferty
Holy Cow. .. that one struck a chord with me.
I'll be posting this one for sure. Thank you.
Posted by: Carrie @ Rhubarb Sky | February 08, 2010 at 10:50 AM
My new favorite poem replaces Ithika!
Posted by: Mary Frudden-Nuki | January 20, 2010 at 01:57 PM
That's beautiful, and so is the picture. Thank you for posting!
Posted by: Citizen Reader | January 14, 2010 at 03:13 PM