(In my sleep I dreamed this poem)
Someone I loved once gave me
a box full of darkness.
It took me years to understand
that this, too, was a gift.
The Uses of Sorrow. Thirst. Mary Oliver. Beacon Press. 2007.
Jim Cain, Rococo Zephyr, and Too Many Birds – live at NPR Tiny Desk Concert.
Faith / Void.
In the grey quiet mornings when the land and the brush and the houses and the trees were silver-grey and black like a photograph negative, he stole toward the barn, past the sleeping stones and the sleeping cypress tree.
“The Red Pony”, John Steinbeck. Bantam Books. 1975.