No. Don’t be scared. I am not going to burden you with horrible dark secrets. This is the name of the poem I am learning by heart this month. Older readers, and by that I mean those darlings who have been with me here for ever, might have come across references to this poem in previous pages! I hesitated about choosing it because I thought I should choose an Australian poem next but this has been one of my super loved and yet unlearnt poems for a long while. I have been this women in the supermarket…watching a serenely mindful being transcend the ordinariness of the situation and wonder how she does it. Maybe this was the beginning of my silver journey! So, with no further ado and thanks to the wonderful Alison Luterman here it is…
I stalked her
in the grocery store: her crown
of snowy braids held in place by a great silver clip,
her erect bearing, radiating tenderness,
the way she placed yogurt and avocados in her
beaming peace like the North Star.
I wanted to ask, “What aisle did you find
your serenity in, do you know
how to be married for fifty years or how to live
excuse me for interrupting, but you seem to
some knowledge that makes the earth turn and
burn on its axis—”
But we don’t request such things from strangers
nowadays. So I said, “I love your hair.”
The images for this post have nothing to do with this poem but are the result of being in the goodness of the present moments of my Materiality course.
Too much of a stretch?