Warm Poems for a Warm Evening

Please welcome Jocelyn Boileau to the blogging fold! And enjoy her beautiful poem here. Thanks so much Jocelyn.

Do You Know Who You Are?

“I am all orders of being, the circling galaxy, the evolutionary intelligence, the lift, and the falling away.  What is, and what isn’t.     ~ Rumi

Do You Know Who You Are?

Are you the light that filters shadows

through the leaves across the wild yard?

In through the window

on to the couch.  Dancing.

Are you the moth, fluttering?

Hitting itself again and again, against

the glass?  Intent on escape.     With no way out.

Are you the moth-dust smudging the sill?

Or are you the feeble wings

whose silent beats effect a cause

on the other side?

Are you the mind that thinks these things?

Are you the fingers that hold the pen

that write the words

that turn… to madness?

Best not to think on the who

Dwell instead in the where

Do You Know Where You Are?

In the when and the why and the what

do you know?

Do you think this is you, sitting here

next to the plotted geranium bursting with smiles?

The geranium’s fragrance reminds you of Aunt Jenny

who gave you your very first plant

to care for and nurture and watch and water

in the house with no garden, no view of a tree.

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2 Responses to “Warm Poems for a Warm Evening”

  1. Hilary says:

    Thanks for the fabulous poem, Jocelyn! What a great break in a working afternoon.

    And thanks to the website elves for continuing to bring great guest blogs to the site. Keep on keepin’ on!

  2. Brandy Lynn says:

    I think I am …
    a tightly closed bud,
    hugging herself, safely
    surrounded by brilliant poets,
    their words melting away
    moving the sun,
    whispering to the dew,
    as I begin
    to crave the light
    and flourish.

    Thank you Jocé. Love, love, love your poems.