Saturday, March 09, 2013

Eyes wide open

One pale, quiet morning, 
I open my soul’s eyes 
unarmed with faith or company, 
responsibility or joy, 
and see quite plain
the vastness of it all, the loneliness, 
the very impossibility of life.
A hand in the desert - 
will there be a hand? 
Someone who knows the way
to travel this grey distance
and find the distant hills?

The question hangs
in the still air. But 
in the birdless silence
is that the gentle ripple
not mocking or sardonic
but inviting, is that -
oh please, is that -
a companionable laugh?

© C.M. 03/13


poetreehugger said...

Oh, well said. And relevant to thoughts I had on my morning walk, about how we are in the final analysis alone, and how instinctive the fear or abhorrence of loneliness. And then, how needed and how satisfying when we sense the Caring Presence.

Christine McIntosh said...

And how good to have you respond thus, so soon after I'd posted the poem - the companionable moment we long for, expressed by another person in this case. My thoughts led on to thinking of how human beings become instruments of caring in our lives.