Day 10 (again) - a poem that reminds me of SparkPeople
Sunday, January 10, 2010
I was at my favorite Shabbat service of the month yesterday.
Here is part of a Mary Oliver poem that makes me think of SparkPeople.
from Starlings in Winter
Chunky and noisy,
but with stars in their black feathers,
they spring from the telephone wire
they are acrobats
in the freezing wind.
And now, in the theater of air,
they swing over buildings,
dipping and rising;
they float like one stippled star
becomes for a moment fragmented,
then closes again;
and you watch
and you try
but you simply can’t imagine
how they do it
with no articulated instruction, no pause,
only the silent confirmation
that they are this notable thing,
this wheel of many parts, that can rise and spin
over and over again,
full of gorgeous life.