Here's a quiet thoughtful poem from a thoughtful man, Jim Wilson, since departed. It is another little gem from Frank's Home at http://frankshome.org
There is a trail in
and a way out
and then there is here:
Fireflies in the night pasture,
invisible horses old
and silent in their standing sleep
the lap of the river
upon the shore, a little
boat, a thump.
Frank Parker says:
Jim Wilson, 1942-2008. This poem has been a huge influence in my life since I first read it way back. The motion and simple imagery speak to a state of being restrained in order to open up to greater possibilities. Jim was such a poet.
You can also read Jim Wilson's one and only book, a chapbook, on my web site. RIPPING THE WIND http://frankshome.org/Wilson,Jim/cover.html