Monday, February 02, 2015

The Black, the White

This is where I can stand, even in the rain, to look past the cottonwoods to the canal.
Changing a picture to black-and-white shows one the structure of things.

The Night, the Porch

To stare at nothing is to learn by heart
What all of us will be swept into, and baring oneself
To the wind is feeling the ungraspable somewhere close by.
Trees can sway or be still. Day or night can be what they wish.
What we desire, more than a season or weather, is the comfort
Of being strangers, at least to ourselves. This is the crux
Of the matter. Even now we seem to be waiting for something
Whose appearance would be its vanishing--the sound, say,
Of a few leaves falling, or just one leaf, or less.
There is no end to what we can learn. The book out there
Tells as much, and was never written with us in mind.

Mark Strand

And for you, dear reader, what is the crux of the matter.?

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