TEALarbor stories’
Monday Musings are quotes, mantras, reveries, poems, & practices offering
simple ways to explore the ecotone of the inner/outer landscape.
The puffball
appears on the hill
like the
brain of an angel,
full of
itself yet modest,
where it
sprang like a pearl
from the
dark fingers of space
and the ring
where light years ago
it clustered
unnoticed,
a gleam in
the brim of Saturn,
a moon as
homely as soap,
scrubbed by
solar winds
and the long
shadows of stars
and the
smoke of dead cities
and the
muscles of the tide
and the
whorled oil of our thumbs,
and the
earth, pleased to make room
for this
pale guest, darkening.
Nancy Willard
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