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TRANSLUCENT GARDEN…
Sometimes I sit and look to the source of thoughts… it’s not a ‘where’… it’s more a ‘feel’… as translucent things arise and begin to further cohere… Ken’s poem has that ‘from the source feel’ for me…
THE GARDEN AS MOONLIGHT
By Ken McKeon
I sit on the seat of my rollator
In a garden
Set on the moon
Of my planet the Earth,
It is no airless place
Chalked up
With the dust and dents
Of multiple centuries,
It is the circulating light
Of widely open cloudless time,
It is the fertile spaciousness
That blooms fully
In the slowly churning mind,
So just where does the rain come from?
Your senselessness disturbs me,
It quickens
Like the sunlight right now
Charms the old
Redwood chair
Set at ease
On the pool of the lawn,
It’s that sudden, that bright,
It’s as if the sun,
Our nearest distant star,
Had on the instant shaken free
From the trees behind,
That still, that quick,
That much
As the moon is
When it breaks clear
To shed a pathway
On the seas of time,
See there, listen in,
Bathe in the moist light,
Turn within it,
And you will see that
The fallen falling rain falls still,
On lawn, shrub, flower, and tree,
Residual, interpenetrative,
Changeable and free,
Like you, moonlight, and me.
