Essay: Spring Riddle

 

Some say a jar of water is bottomless because we can imagine it.

In the morning I feed the horse because he puts his face through the rusted gate.

In my imagination I am battlesinging though I can’t see my enemy–not today.

I call on the day to grow a heart, to see the bravery and happiness

Of people and animals. The day resists like hard vegetation–

Time is just undistinguished pages, that’s all,

& you’re better off listening to far off birds.   

 

Author: skuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University

0 thoughts on “Essay: Spring Riddle”

  1. First of all, my compliments on the “NDY” logo. I have ALS & was diagnosed in 12/09 so I’m kind of staring down the barrel. My care plan was reached through discussion between me, my family & my hospice caregivers. Me, my family & my hospice caregivers. Government should have no seat at the table. They should be down in the Financial Sector, making sure that the citizenry never take the abominable screwing again! Dying with Dignity. Why are we even discussing this?

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