Driving to my workshop today, my 12th day in a row of teaching and still with energy to do so, I still had Mary Oliver on my mind. A first draft poem popped into my head and at a stoplight, took my i-Phone and dictated it into the Notes feature. Well, there’s an interesting use of that technology! Here’s the poem:
Art and Remembrance
What is art but the breadcrumbs
we leave behind as we enter the dark forest,
in hope that we will be found—
or at least remembered.
Bach’s notes strewn along the path,
Georgia O-Keefe’s flowers
Mary Oliver’s perfect words
They will never be alone in the world to which they’ve flown
And they keep us company in our aloneness, give us comfort
as we step, cautiously,
into the black woods,
steering us away
from the witch’s cottage.