As If Pulling Together a Great Complicated Theme
As if pulling together a great complicated theme, two finches make a nest
with twigs and string, line it with fluff from cottonwood trees.
Theirs is a long affectionate aria, an extravagant psalm ending in a forest hut.
Basho on the road hears the work.
Christ also, his hand on his knee.
The full forever goes back and forth, likened to birth, likened to death.
Old friend, you send me words like a white stork’s wing.
Alliance
This is an old world, an old, old world
that shifts, that sighs in its sleep
and wakes occasionally to calm the waves,
to settle the wind,
feeling again the itch of creatures
on its skin, all of them
moving day and night, clutching life
and letting go—
the earth a rolling thought
made of many things—
sparrows like small psalms, salted eyes,
soft dirt and kill
under the lion’s paws, and every human
awake or asleep
in little boxes of prisons,
in the aching containers of bodies
and the tight compartments of the past,
all the skulls constrained,
the minds in pain—the thought of them
a thought I can hardly touch
but with the fingertips
of an outstretched hand, gentle
because that is the only way, patient,
because that too is the only way.
Blessing
All afternoon by the window, sunlight—
that great soft hand on my head. I could hardly
move. And the sun spoke. It said, There now.
Maybe your heart is bigger and wiser than you think.
Afternoon slowly rolled into evening.
I will listen for that voice all the days of my life.
About Annie Lighthart
Annie Lighthart started writing poetry after her first visit to an Oregon old-growth forest and now teaches poetry workshops wherever she can. Poems from her books Iron String and Pax have been featured on The Writer’s Almanac and in various anthologies, including How to Love the World and Poetry of Presence. Annie’s poems have also been turned into choral music, used in healing projects in Ireland, England, and New Zealand, and have traveled farther than she has.
What delight and allurement arises in me in reading your poems. Your poetry is a lovely ‘find’ for me today. Warm blessings on you and your beautiful soul.
Lovely and caring, thought provoking. I feel tremendously comforted. Thank you
I love, love, love “Blessing”. It’s a perfect poem. So glad I took the time to read all of these pieces.