Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Other in the field of being

Who's to say
who belongs here
and who does not;
whose yard this is,
who needs this space
to train their young
to grow in leaps and bounds?
And who's to say
who's watching
or being watched,
whose wary eyes
are poised to look away;
what clouds will move and part,
carrying this strip of light
forward to illumination,
freezing this moment
when you and I
stand paralyzed,
astonished by the surprising presence
of Other
in this field of being.

1 comment:

Maureen said...

Lovely words.

The image looks like a painting.