Apologies for being AWOL. I promised my dog I’ll be better. I went on a roadtrip from Miami to New York, and have finally settled back in my parents’ house for the month of June. In July, I’ll be at Skidmore College’s Summer Writers Institute to write write write! In preparation for that, I am kicking off an incredibly and inexcusably late summer post with Louise Glück’s poem, “Matins” from her beautiful book, The Wild Iris.
Unreachable father, when we were first
exiled from heaven, you made
a replica, a place in one sense
different from heaven, being
designed to teach a lesson: otherwise
the same–beauty on either side, beauty
without alternative– Except
we didn’t know what was the lesson. Left alone,
we exhausted each other. Years
of darkness followed; we took turns
working the garden, the first tears
filling our eyes as earth
misted with petals, some
dark red, some flesh colored–
We never thought of you
whom we were learning to worship.
We merely knew it wasn’t human nature to love
only what returns love.