Thursday, June 25, 2009

thought for today: the light strikes at odd angles

Sometimes, when the light strikes at odd angles
and pulls you back into childhood

and you are passing a crumbling mansion
completely hidden behind old willows

or an empty convent guarded by hemlocks
and giant firs standing hip to hip,

you know again that behind that wall,
under the uncut hair of the willows

something secret is going on,
so marvelous and dangerous

that if you crawled through and saw,
you would die, or be happy forever.

-Lisel Mueller


Curtis Collectables :) said...

I say happy forever.

Meg said...

So, so lovely. Thank you for this post.

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