I have a friend who is an avid reader of poetry. From time to time, he shares prose with me that inspire and move me. I thought I’d share a couple here from these past few months… Thanks, Mike for sharing your world…for sifting through the pebbles and rocks and finding the gems for people like me who lack attention, but welcome the inspiration.
The first section speaks most to me…
You And Art
Your exact errors make a music that nobody hears.
Your straying feet find the great dance, walking alone.
And you live on a world where stumbling
always leads home.
Year after year fits over your face—
when there was youth, your talent was youth;
later, you find your way by touch
where moss redeems the stone;
and you discover where music begins
before it makes any sound,
far in the mountains where canyons go
still as the always-falling, ever-new flakes of snow.