Your Sunday Poem

This by Charles Wright, from the July 15, 2010 New York Review of Books.

Crystal Declension

Well, two things are certain –

                        the sun will rise and the sun will set.

Most everything else is up for grabs.

It’s back on its way down now

As a mother moose and her twin calves

Step lightly, lightly

                          across the creek through the understory

And half-lit grasses,

Then disappear in a clutch of willow bushes.

                                                          If one, anyone,

Could walk through his own life as delicately, as sure,

As she did, all wreckage, all deadfall,

Would stay sun-lit, and ring like crystal among the trees.