about Santa being real or not. The editor of the newspaper
that received her letter wrote about mystery and magic.
He spoke of a baby rattle. If we tear apart a rattle to see what
makes the sound, the rattle loses its rattling sound.
What is more magical about a geode? The pause before
we crack it open, wondering what might be inside? Or
the "ah" moment we feel once we split the rock and discover
what is inside?Some of life's best magic is in the pause before discovery.
How long should that pause last?
a poem that i am working on (bongos) ends with an image of cracking open geodes. (or not. hmm. should they be cracked open?) in addition to the geodes: copper deposits and silver veins.
ReplyDeleteat the time i wrote the poem, i was unaware of a poem by Celan:
The ores are laid bare, the crystals,
the geodes.
Unwritten things, hardened
into language, lay bare
a sky.