I am not a consistent blogger; this I know of myself and fully own. As such I have been contemplating how to best proceed within the blogging sphere.
I am, however, a consistent yogini, and attend a sunrise yoga class each week. Our teacher, Brie, is a poet and periodically reads poetry to us during final relaxation. The poems she has shared recently have moved me, sometimes to tears, as I rest and renew on my mat.
And so, the Poem of the Month. I hope you find them enriching, or perhaps offer you a space for contemplation.
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The Quiet World
by Jeffrey McDaniel
In an effort to get people to look
into each other’s eyes more,
and also to appease the mutes,
the government has decided
to allot each person exactly one hundred
and sixty-seven words, per day.
When the phone rings, I put it to my ear
without saying hello. In the restaurant
I point at chicken noodle soup.
I am adjusting well to the new way.
Late at night, I call my long distance lover,
proudly say I only used fifty-nine today.
I saved the rest for you.
When she doesn’t respond,
I know she’s used up all her words,
so I slowly whisper I love you
thirty-two and a third times.
After that, we just sit on the line
and listen to each other breathe.