On Tiny Feet

Margaret Glew sopafinearts.com

Margaret Glew  sopafinearts.com

I am awakened
in the December night

by what sounds like a family
of raccoons dancing on my roof
Merely the music is missing
to the rat`a`tat`tat`tat
of their tiny feet

I listen for awhile
considering the graces
of what I cannot understand
except by use of my imagination
till gradually the rat`a`tat`tat
grows fainter & fainter
and then is gone

So God comes
A visitor in the night
come near enough to knock
to awaken me from my dreams
to dance awhile on my roof
teach me a new step
for the new day

“Accept what comes from silence.
Make the best you can of it.
Of the little words that come
out of the silence, like prayers
prayed back to the one who prays,
make a poem that does not disturb
the silence from which it came.” ~ Wendell Berry

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About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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4 Responses to On Tiny Feet

  1. I love your interpretation of this except from Wendell Berry – one of my favorite poems of his. Good advice, too.

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