A Poet's Journal: October 15th, 2013

October 15th, 2013

To take pleasure in the outcome of the work has encompassed all my thoughts as of late, which means that I may give with leisure what I had only attempted in anxiety.  Through thought and in reading the thoughts of those before us, we gather ourselves from the world, but only of an amount sufficient, and compiled over so many days, that when we begin to embody it, it has already been called a waste of time.

Only now am I reminded that a couple of weeks ago, on a particularly stormy day, had I come home and seen from the window off to the south, the evening sky aglow with a vast display of continual lightning.  The static motion of the light, reflecting against the tall thundering clouds, brought out such a depth and internal fulfillment, that the sky faded into a darkness almost coeval with my curiosity, and left their dwelling to the random illumination of some far off void.

Douglas Thornton