Peering into the day
there is the sea
with tide and wind,
the sound of birds
and cloud filled sky.

There is the land
green and rising
after winter sleep
and there is the heart
empty of longing,
with room at last
for silence.

 

Photograph by Terry Stoupa

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reading of “Room at Last” with music by Los Angeles Master Chorale

 

 

11 Responses

  1. Don, if a “boat” is your literal desire, this poem is for my boating brothers. Of course, you mean something more complex and wise than that. The poem is lovely.

  2. Don, I feel the longing of the land, misused, abused, torn up, and ultimately discarded. May it also find peace and restoration.

  3. One simply needs to remain awake, conscious of one’s living environment.You might be amazed to hear a “critter” reply if you send it a gentle greeting. A cottontail rabbit apparently now resides in my yard and doesn’t scamper away when I’m coming and going.

  4. Sheer perfection—the image, the music, your words so beautifully intoned. Thank you for this moment of utter peace.

  5. We can hope that the beauty of this magical planet survives after human nature passes away, as it must.

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