My favorite poem from this collection is called “TODAY”. Sometimes, I like sitting outside, away from others, being quiet and just listening. “Today”, in part, speaks to that.
Today I’m flying low and I’m
not saying a word.
I’m letting all the voodoos of ambition sleep.
The world goes on as it must,
the bees in the garden rumbling a little,
the fish leaping, the gnats getting eaten.
And so forth.
But I’m taking the day off.
Quiet as a feather.
I hardly move though really I’m traveling
a great distance.
Stillness. One of the doors
Into the temple.