This by W.S. Merwin, from “180 more, Extraordinary Poems for Every Day,” selected and edited by Billy Collins.
To the Dust of the Road
And in the morning you are up again
with the way leading through you for a while
longer if the wind is motionless when
the cars reach where the asphalt ends a mile
or so below the main road and the wave
you rise into is different every time
and you are one with it until you have
made your way up to the top of your climb
and brightened in that moment of that day
and then you turn as when you rose before
in fire or wind from the ends of the earth
to pause there and you seem to drift away
on into nothing to lie down once more
until another breath brings you to birth
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3 comments:
Wow, kinda heavy. It's like so many people.....
I thought it was a lovely description of dust clouds, also alluding to "dust to dust" from earth to sky and back down to earth, the great cycle.
Guess I took it a step further into the dust-to-dust biblical realm! Your find was indeed lovely.
Here is a poem I found recently and that influenced my thinking:
eww
by Zag
when i die
my atoms will come undone;
i'll be space dust once again.
the wind will carry me;
scatter me everywhere;
like dandelions in springtime.
i'll visit worlds and alien moons;
it will be so damn poetic-
until i land on your sandwich.
Not so lovely I guess.... but I laughed out loud.
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