Meditation-Introspection &Poetry Entropy | 01 Feb 2008
Boundaries
Boundaries
There is a place where the town ends
and the fields begin.
It’s not marked but the feet know it,
also the heart, that is longing for refreshment
and, equally, for repose.
Someday we’ll live in the sky.
Meanwhile, the house of our lives is the world.
The fields, the ponds, the birds.
The thick black oaks—surely they are the
children of God.
The feistiness among the tiger lilies,
the hedges of runaway honeysuckle, that no one owns.
Where is it? I ask, and then
my feet know it.
One jump, and I’m home.
on 01 Feb 2008 at 12:50 pm 1.bobleckridge said …
Oh what a beautiful post! Thank you. Can’t go wrong with Mary Oliver!