…All those years
you can belong
simply by listening.
from ‘The Winter of Listening’
The House of Belonging
Poetry often springs into our minds and hearts one remembered line at a time, perhaps because sometimes one line at a time is absolutely enough – the poetry in and of both life and literature is not to be rushed.
And so it was for this grandfather today, chuckling and singing and holding on tight to our wriggling eight months old adventurer. Her blue eyes are steady and she watches intently, and oh how she listens. Oh how she listens.
…All those years forgetting how easily you can belong to everything simply by listening.
A line at a time.