Briefly

I've been knitting Charlotte's Web in the brightest possible colors I could find. One more color repeat and it is finished.

These have been blue days. Sometimes they go on and on until I wish that it doesn't last much longer. Once in a while breaking out is quick and sudden - like getting jostled by the universe - and this morning I got lucky. Garrison Keillor read the most beautiful poem on WNPR:


Briefly It Enters, and Briefly Speaks

I am the blossom pressed in a book,
found again after two hundred years. . . .

I am the maker, the lover, and the keeper. . . .

When the young girl who starves
sits down to a table
she will sit beside me. . . .

I am food on the prisoner's plate. . . .

I am water rushing to the wellhead,
filling the pitcher until it spills. . . .

I am the patient gardener
of the dry and weedy garden. . . .

I am the stone step,
the latch, and the working hinge. . . .

I am the heart contracted by joy. . .
the longest hair, white
before the rest. . . .

I am there in the basket of fruit
presented to the widow. . . .

I am the musk rose opening
unattended, the fern on the boggy summit. . . .

I am the one whose love
overcomes you, already with you
when you think to call my name. . . .

~Jane Kenyon