Random Acts

Today is Random Acts of Poetry Day, so I am sharing a favourite poem with you. It’s by Morgan Farley.



I am clearing a space
here, where the trees stand back.
I am making a circle so open
the moon will fall in love
and stroke these grasses with her silver.

I am setting stones in the four directions,
stones that have called my name
from mountaintops and riverbeds, canyons and mesas.
Here I will stand with my hands empty,
mind gaping under the moon.

I know there is another way to live.
When I find it, the angels
will cry out in rapture,
each cell of my body
will be a rose, a star.

If something seized my life tonight,
if a sudden wind swept through me,
changing everything,
I would not resist.
I am ready for whatever comes.

But I think it will be
something small, an animal
padding out from the shadows,
or a word spoken so softly
I hear it inside.

It is dark out here, and cold.
The moon is stone.
I am alone with my longing.
Nothing is happening
but the next breath.


One thought on “Random Acts

  1. Thanks Carolyn – I love this one – it was given to me when I did my elderquest ten years ago – so it always takes me back to that time – out in the high sierra’s living a very simple and quiet life in the heart of the high desert for 10 days..

    It speaks so much to that time – we were working with the four directions – surrounded by mountains and trees and on the last night out on solo time – the moon was full.

    So thank you for choosing this one to send and in sending taking me back ten years to a 1000 memories.

    Lots of love



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