17 November 2008

Sometimes....

I know I'm on another poetry roll - no pictures, no personal life updates....But this, from today's Writer's Almanac, is just ....perfect.

A few quick things:
* no more halibut for me!!! Commercial halibut season ended on Saturday, Nov. 15th and with it my contract with the International Pacific Halibut Commission. I loved working for them, there are many parts of that job that were so funny and interesting and I'm thankful for the experience on the docks. That being said - yeah!!! This is Major Cause for Celebration.
* working the new desk job for Cook Inletkeeper in Homer, as their volunteer coordinator. Hell yeah. 40hr/week office job? Eh....we'll see. But I will get into the field a bit in the summer, and there's potential. Po-ten-tial.
* Kayak is still coming along, though on a bit of a hiatus while I wait for the skin to come in. That being said, I still need to finish up the coaming and make a paddle at some point.
* Justine is coming to visit next week!! Yeah!!!

Sometimes

by David Budbill

Sometimes when day after day we have cloudless blue skies,
warm temperatures, colorful trees and brilliant sun, when
it seems like all this will go on forever,

when I harvest vegetables from the garden all day,
then drink tea and doze in the late afternoon sun,
and in the evening one night make pickled beets
and green tomato chutney, the next red tomato chutney,
and the day after that pick the fruits of my arbor
and make grape jam,

when we walk in the woods every evening over fallen leaves,
through yellow light, when nights are cool, and days warm,

when I am so happy I am afraid I might explode or disappear
or somehow be taken away from all this,

at those times when I feel so happy, so good, so alive, so in love
with the world, with my own sensuous, beautiful life, suddenly

I think about all the suffering and pain in the world, the agony
and dying. I think about all those people being tortured, right now,
in my name. But I still feel happy and good, alive and in love with
the world and with my lucky, guilty, sensuous, beautiful life because,

I know in the next minute or tomorrow all this may be
taken from me, and therefore I've got to say, right now,
what I feel and know and see, I've got to say, right now,
how beautiful and sweet this world can be.

1 comment:

Tala Woodward said...

Hi Rachel! I just added you to my blog list :) Um, holy crap that poem was amazing. Hope you're doing well, I'll email you an update soon :)