Learning To Love

We Look With Uncertainty….

Anne Hillman

We look with uncertainty
beyond the old choices for
clear-cut answers
to a softer, more permeable aliveness
which is every moment
at the brink of death;
for something new is being born in us
if we but let it.
We stand at a new doorway,
awaiting that which comess…
daring to be human creatures,
vulnerable to the beauty of existence.
Learning to love.

Day-Blind

by Chana Bloch

One clap of day and the dream
rushes back
where it came from.  For a moment
the ground is still moist with it.
Then day settles.  You step onto dry land.

Morning picks out the four
corners, coffeepot, shawl of dust
on a cupboard.  Stunned
by brightness, that dream –
where did it go?

All day you grope in a web
of invisible stars.  The day sky soaks them up
like dreams.  If you could see
in the light, you’d see what fires
keep spinning, spinning their mesh of threads

around you. They’re closer
than you think, pulsing
into the blue.  You press your forehead
to the cool glass.
They must be out there in all that dazzle.