I thought I was growing wings--
it was a cocoon.
I thought, now is the time to step
into the fire-
it was deep water
Eschatology is a word I learned
as a child: the study of Last Things;
facing my mirror-no longer young,
the news-always of death,
the dogs-rising from sle ep and clamoring
and howling, howling,
nevertheless
I see for a moment
that's not it; it is
the First Things.
Word after word
floats through the glass.
Toward me.
~Denise Levertov
from A Door in the Hive
I have been struggling to find my place in this wide world for some times. This little poem gives me a new direction. It is not the 'Last Things' but it is 'First Things'. The journey begins everyday. Don't you think?
