not a pretty picture. not a good. not a bad. picture. but an argument.

Sunday, May 5, 2013

looking up from my bed i discover, i'm here

"Nothing in experience led me to imagine
having.  Having is destroying, according
to my version of the vow of impoverishment.

But here, in this brief waxen light,
I have, and nothing is destroyed.  The flute
that guttered those owl's notes into the waste hours
of childhood joins with the piano
and they play, Being is having."

(from The Room, galway kinnell)