Puddle

Spend a little time today

getting lost.

Find your way

across the rain puddle

in your back yard.

Meet me on the shore.

We will build a shelter,

weave a hut,

thatch it with breathing.

Now take my hand and enter.

The journey is just beginning.

There is a mountain

of silence inside you.

Inside the mountain

a cave, even quieter,

where you will find the bones

you buried before 

you were conceived.

We've had other bodies, friend.

But no other song.

Listen.

The first song still 

echoes inside the bones,

inside the cave,

inside the mountain 

of silence.


Painting, Andrew Wyeth, 'Quaker Ladies,' 1956