IT HAPPENS TO THOSE WHO LIVE ALONE
It happens to those
who live alone
that they feel sure
of visitors
when no one else
is there.
until the one day
and the one
particular
hour
working in the
quiet garden,
when they realize
at once,
that all along
they have been
an invitation
to everything
and every kind
of trouble
and that life
happens by
to those who
inhabit
silence
like the bees
visiting
the tall mallow
on their legs of gold,
or the wasps
going from
door to door
in the tall forest
of the daisies.
I have my freedom
today
because nothing
really happened
and nobody came
to see me,
only the slow
growing of the garden
in the summer heat
and the silence
of that
unborn life
making itself
known at my desk,
my hands
still
dark
with the crumbling
soil
as I write
and watch
the first lines
of a new poem
like flowers
of scarlet fire
coming to fullness
in a clear light.
Quote: IT HAPPENS TO THOSE WHO LIVE ALONE
In The House of Belonging
Many Rivers Press. © David Whyte
Sunday Summer Morning
Photo © David Whyte
May 30th 2016
Carrie's Bench 