Wednesday, January 15, 2020

unnameable heart

The cricket who
kept me company three days
has fallen silent
I don't know where.

There are so many
lives of which I know nothing.
Even my own.  It moves now
through my fingers toward yours
and I know nothing
I can say that will name its heart.

A boat drifts far out
on the river below the mountains,
and below it
the fish, the great fish
that the one in the boat has come for,
swims in the shadow.

Perhaps the cricket is there, inside the fish.
Stranger things have happened.
I have looked everywhere else
for my lost companion.

From here the shadow looks small,
but to the fish it is huge.
Range after range of mountains,
and still the old painters
found a place
where two could walk together, side by side.

~ Jane Hirshfield
from Lives of the Heart


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Anonymous said...

Welcome back. It's been a while.

What you share here gives balance and hope. Thank you for taking the time to find and share them. May the same come back to you.

Take care.