moving forward

My brain is overfull. Today Dave asked me if I could call someone to straighten out a bill that was due and I had to sit down on the floor, head in hands and breathe slow. The reality of moving house in less than 2 weeks is beginning to sink in. Having had a wonderful  breakfast with a few close friends yesterday morning I found myself crying as I drove away. It’s strange, to be packing boxes and unpacking grief all at the same time.

For this poetry tuesday I thought I’d do a search to see what the poets say about moving. I found a few but I stopped when I reached Rilke because he spoke further into the depth of this whole thing than I had intended. This is a deep well, this is…Rilke lowered a bucket and drew me some water…I am thankful.

Moving Forward

The deep parts of my life pour onward,
as if the river shores were opening out.
It seems that things are more like me now,
That I can see farther into paintings.
I feel closer to what language can’t reach.
With my senses, as with birds, I climb
into the windy heaven, out of the oak,
in the ponds broken off from the sky
my falling sinks, as if standing on fishes.

Rainer Maria Rilke


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