14 April 2017

The Emptier, the Fuller, the More Fulfilling


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One lesson of walking and sitting, of sitting and walking
in the streets as in the fields—is presence,
as if pre-occupation leads to a poverty of mind.

But I know this cannot be true.  We write to think, think to write—
and without thought we’d dread to face each day’s
cumulative possibilities and careful decisions.

Dread is a strong word and stronger action taking too much space.
I laugh at the triad in my title
it brings to mind the stability of three-legged footstools. 

Sitting here looking at one of spring’s lingering daffodils,
I let thought go and feel its friendly touch.
In process, there and back, emptying, filling, and fulfilling.



(April is International Poetry Month.)


My blog poems are rough drafts.   
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© 2017 Susan L. Chast



2 comments:

Martin Kloess said...

How fitting: to end in "fulfilling".

Sumana Roy said...

Another beautiful April poem!