Another poet heard from….(part 10)

Jane Hirshfield’s poem “Tree” stopped my eye, she rang a couple bells for me:

It is foolish to let a young redwood grow next to a house. Even in this one lifetime, you will have to choose. That great calm being, this clutter of soup pots and books — Already the first branch-tips brush at the window. Softly, calmly, immensity taps at your life.

Given my progress in this mortal trek, I welcome the truth that “…Softly, calmly, immensity taps at your life.”

I welcome immensity, be it opportunity, or challenge, or following the peerless nudging of my Muse, or filling my dance card with the boundless blossoming of growing-up moments shared with my grandchildren.

And I submit to the imperative of choice: “…Even in this one lifetime, you will have to choose.”

Verily, I choose to accept reality. I am obedient to the sprite named Do It Now.

Jane Hirshfield’s poem appeared on the A Year Of Being Here website.

And by the way, I forgot to say that I wish I had written her last line.

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