This morning as I walked along the lakeshore,
I fell in love with a wren
and later in the day with a mouse
the cat had dropped under the dining room table.
In the shadows of an autumn evening,
I fell for a seamstress
still at her machine in the tailor’s window,
and later for a bowl of broth,
steam rising like smoke from a naval battle.
This is the best kind of love, I thought,
without recompense, without gifts,
or unkind words, without suspicion,
or silence on the telephone.
The love of the chestnut,
the jazz cap and one hand on the wheel.
No lust, no slam of the door –
the love of the miniature orange tree,
the clean white shirt, the hot evening shower,
the highway that cuts across Florida.
No waiting, no huffiness, or rancor –
just a twinge every now and then
for the wren who had built her nest
on a low branch overhanging the water
and for the dead mouse,
still dressed in its light brown suit.
But my heart is always propped up
in a field on its tripod,
ready for the next arrow.
After I carried the mouse by the tail
to a pile of leaves in the woods,
I found myself standing at the bathroom sink
gazing down affectionately at the soap,
so patient and soluble,
so at home in its pale green soap dish.
I could feel myself falling again
as I felt its turning in my wet hands
and caught the scent of lavender and stone.
by Billy Collins
A mindfulness favourite, this one by Billy Collins, which I’ve known about for a long time and which for some reason jumped out at me today, as we’re nearing the summer solstice. I like how it speaks with fondness of the world, appreciation of the simple reality of every day. Pema Chödrön says that mindfulness loving the details of our lives and Billy Collins does just that: paying attention, noticing, loving. How would it be to let your heart being ‘propped up’, ready to fall in love with the daily reality of things?
PS if you want to learn more about how to love the details of your life, join Fay Adams at the upcoming course exploring The Wonder of the Everyday…
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