Poem of the Month ~ June 2009

It could happen to you, too. You could be laying around in the long green grass gazing up into the treetops, or wandering down a street on a very ordinary day, 
or chopping veggies for dinner.  
Yup, it could happen… anywhere, anytime. Just don’t forget to take her hand.

---Krayna

When I Met My Muse

I glanced at her and took my glasses
off--they were still singing. They buzzed
like a locust on the coffee table and then
ceased. Her voice belled forth, and the
sunlight bent. I felt the ceiling arch, and
knew that nails up there took a new grip
on whatever they touched. "I am your own
way of looking at things," she said. "When
you allow me to live with you, every
glance at the world around you will be
a sort of salvation." And I took her hand.

~ William Stafford

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