Poetry

Here, a poem I wrote for my friend Bob Muir. Find more poems by Bob Shepherd (and essays about reading and writing poetry) here: https://bobshepherdonline.wordpress.com/category/poetry/.

Lichtung, Midsummer, No Fairies | Bob Shepherd

Where have you gone, fairies of my childhood?

Have I grown too blustering and blundering,

Too puffed up with knowledge and opinions?

I seek you in the clearing of the wood

And there find only the luminescence

You have left behind, hanging in the heavy

Midsummer’s air. Is this, then,

What is left me? This ripeness, this

Completedness, this disclosedness,

In the clearing, of the present at hand,

Naked and heavy as flesh?

I seek you by the margins of the lake,

And there find dragonflies and damselflies,

And the silver bodies of mullet jumping,

Breaking free of one world into another,

Again and again, as though they would

Break free for good or die trying.

And these are wonders, surely, but

They but intensify the longing you left,

With your mark upon my body,

When you returned me to the cradle.

How could I see those and not be reminded

Of the shimmering of your wings

By moonlight as we danced? I am wise to you.

This is what you do, is it not?

You return us, you leave us with the world

And the knowing that this richness beyond measure,

This clearing, for all its fullness, is not all,

Is not all at all, at all, at all.

It is a hard lesson, and I am, doubtless,

As slow a learner as the rest. But where have you gone?

I would ask the trees, for those of their

Gossiping, garrulous race would doubtless know,

And the wind is rising, and they are bending their heads,

One to another, on the opposite shore, and

Making a racket. Are they oblivious? Do they mock?

I cannot know, for I haven’t their language.

Perhaps one could learn it, in time.

Perhaps if I sat here and listened long enough,

I could figure it out, for surely the San tongue

Sounds equally incomprehensible to the anthropologist,

Hearing it spoken, at first,

Within the clearing that is their world, in all its fullness,

With its ways of disclosing and of shutting out.

Copyright 2011, Robert D. Shepherd. All rights reserved.

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