American writer, Jim Harrison (1936-2016)
from After Ikkyu
– 3 –
I’ve wasted too much moonlight.
Breast beating. I’ll waste no more moonlight,
the moon bullied by clouds drifts west
in her imponderable arc, snared for a half
hour among the wet leaves in the birdbath.
Jim Harrison from After Ikkyo and Other Poems, Shambhala, 1996
I have a soft spot for poet and novelist, Jim Harrison these days! My second pick of one of his small poems in a row!
I re-entered Harrison’s poetry after his death last month and have been delighted by what I have found. This poem comes from a small collection of Zen-inspired poems he wrote more than twenty years ago.
How much of what is beautiful in my lifetime have I stopped noticing? How much have I wasted? I can never get too many reminders to wake up and pay attention! So I am so grateful for this:
I’ve wasted too much moonlight. Yes.
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