Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Where It Lived

It turns out
we've had it all wrong:
searching for our cravings
in what was not there,

looking for truth
in our small entitlements
like recalcitrant children
anchored in the past,

clinging to a hungry vision
with our spirits on a stretcher
we have casually paged off
the days like a magazine

shredding the beautiful
admiring the awful.

But now we know:
in every silent day,
every glance not averted,
in every shuddering embrace,

in the poverty of sleepless nights
and red-eyed mornings
this is where the love lived
stayed, thrived, survived.


Moohaa said...

Amen to that. Lovely as always.

Alanna Klapp said...

Wow, that's beautiful! I love the line "with our sprits on a stretcher", what an image that brings to mind!

RachelW said...

Diane, I love seeing a new poem from you. :) The animal stories and pictures are wonderful, too! We have coyotes and foxes around my home, too, though the deer have only recently appeared in the territory (thanks to global warming and agricultural activity). Once in a while, there is a wolf. Then the night truly is blessed.