Today's poem is based on photos you can view at blog.amynelsonhahn.info. Please see this site to fully appreciate the context of the following poem.
Winnowing
If they are lost
let them be lost;
because in this cerulean place
they have become secure.
How are we to ever say
what happens past
the bone and the saw?
How are we to contemplate
the nearness or the possibility
of their stones, their grass, their calculated
motions of the night or of the dawn?
None of this is meant for us
to know or to contrive.
We only bear the semblance
of some characters who, amiable
enough, and kind, regard the sky
and pitiful, remain below.
Copyright (c) 2011 Amy Nelson Hahn
view with images 1804 and 1806 from photos.amynelsonhahn.info or visit blog.amynelsonhahn.info
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