When I Consider

When I Consider

where I want to go from here,
now at the dead end of myself
and of all the things that I have loved
and hated, it is to the commonwealth
of true simplicity. Think then
of a stack of old bricks, of hardwood
split and ready to fit the stove.
Remember the spooky call
of the morning owl and the crows,
those kooky woodwinds of my orchestra.
Now imagine silence louder than
those birds and all our wounded cries.
Picture the kettle boiling in the kitchen.
Picture the ghostly song and dance
of flames and listen to the whisper
of smoke in the old brick chimney.
Secrets steam from the kettle spout.

--George Garrett

Copyright 2006, George Garrett, all rights reserved.
(With thanks to Eddie Haphazard...and pawned from her blog)