A real one this time. Instead of the popular habit of posting a poem for contemplation and spiritual enrichment on Sunday, as is popular on many blogs, I have decided to post poems for Mondays, to encourage a brief meditation in the midst of the chaos and industry of Monday.
For your quiet moment, on Monday:
"Strategic Air Command" - Gary Snyder
The hiss and flashing lights of a jet
Pass near Jupiter in Virgo.
He asks, how many satellites in the sky?
Does anyone know where they all are?
What are they doing, who watches them?
Frost settles on the sleeping bags.
The last embers of fire,
One more cup of tea,
At the edge of a high lake rimmed with snow.
These cliffs and the stars
Belong to the same universe.
This little air in between
Belongs to the twentieth century and its wars.
VIII, 82, Koip Peak, Sierra Nevada