Life...
A Note
Life is the only way to get covered in leaves,
catch your breath on the sand, rise on wings;
to be a dog, or stroke its warm fur;
to tell pain from everything it's not;
to squeeze inside events, dawdle in views,
to be a dog, or stroke its warm fur;
to tell pain from everything it's not;
to squeeze inside events, dawdle in views,
to seek the least of all possible mistakes.
An extraordinary chance to remember for a moment
a conversation held with the lamp switched off;
and if only once to stumble upon a stone,
and if only once to stumble upon a stone,
end up soaked in one downpour or another,
mislay your keys in the grass;
mislay your keys in the grass;
and to follow a spark on the wind with your eyes;
and to keep on not knowing something important.
-Wislawa Szymborska
(found via 37 days- see link on my sidebar)
