as if the stone has swallowed it...

Naomi Shihab Nye


If you place a fern
under a stone
the next day it will be
nearly invisible
as if the stone has
swallowed it.

If you tuck the name of a loved one
under your tongue too long
without speaking it
it becomes blood
the little sucked-in breath of air
hiding everywhere
beneath your words.

No one sees
the fuel that feeds you.


A poem about the connection, not easily recognized, and certainly not explained. It’s there. The silent, hidden way that presence comes to us, attends us, sometimes in dark ways, but gives direction.


Erika said...

I love Naomi!

Most of her poems I have to read slowly and at least twice to really see her vivid descriptions. After the second read I usually have an "Ah Ha" moment.

sam of the ten thousand things said...

Details are her special gifts to readers.