Now I must wait and be still and say nothing I don’t know,
nothing I haven’t lived over and over,
and that’s everything. — Philip Levine 1928-2015
Reading the writing of others,
specifically “Gospel” by Philip Levine
who left us behind just recently;
a well-known poet, who is speaking the
good news to me today.
and what it means to me and others.
It’s my breath. It’s my art.
It’s the pine trees swaying and the reflection in the water.
“Now I must wait and be still and say nothing I don’t know…”
We all live the same things over and over again.
It is the water — the rain, the river, the mirage in the desert.
Today I seek for that aliveness that is buried somewhere,
somewhere deep in me. The place where the pine trees
sway and I sway with them, the place that never leaves me,
whether in Ohio or Florida. Those pines.
…The pines make
a music like no other, rising and
falling like a distant surf at night
that calms the darkness before
He writes with enjambment because he has
so much to say it is pouring out of him, as it
should be for all of us. Living the same life
over and over, rising and falling, feeling stuck then
feeling alive, over and over, that’s everything.
I seek quiet aliveness today.