I know this happiness
the looming presences –
great suffering, great fear –
into peripheral vision:
but ineluctable this shimmering
of wind in the blue leaves:
this flood of stillness
widening the lake of sky:
this need to dance,
this need to kneel:
~Denise Levertov “Of Being” from The Stream and the Sapphire
Try as I might to hold fear and suffering
to the periphery of my vision,
it is difficult to keep them there;
like a morning fog clutching at the ground,
bad news creeps out and covers everything,
distorting truth and color and light,
yet so seductive by softening the rough edges
until reality hits.
Maybe I can turn away
Maybe it won’t reach me
Maybe it is all mirage, someone’s imagining.
Still, I can no longer be mere audience to the events of the day,
too weak in the knees to do anything.
The trouble that lies beyond this hill
touches us all.
I kneel in silent witness:
to wait, to listen, to pray for a flood of stillness
to cover us.
All is inescapable mystery,
yet to be clarified.