Figuring Things Out

It Is Night

Wind turns back the sheets of the field.
What needs to sleep, sleeps there.
What needs to rest.

The door has fallen from the moon.
It floats in the slough, all knob and hinges.

Now the moon’s so open
anything could walk right through.

Only the fox is travelling.
One minute he’s a cat, the next a coyote.

Enough light to see by
yet my mouth lies in darkness.
What needs to sleep, sleeps there.
What needs to rest.

Outside my mind, the wind is reckoning.
Always there is something
to figure out.

…….~ Lorna Crozier

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About CarolWiebe

Art entices, inspires, and delights me. Art is a vehicle for laughter, tears, wonder, enlightenment--taking me on a constant path of discovery. You can't say that about housework (except, perhaps, for the crying part).
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2 Responses to Figuring Things Out

  1. Very lovely and eloquent poem. It reminds me of autumn.

    • Carol Wiebe says:

      Lorna Crozier is a poet I have followed for years. She is a Saskabusher, like me, and she lives in Victoria, as I would like to, so we have a lot in common!

      Thanks for your comment.

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