Sunday, May 6, 2012

more Nothing

A hesitant quiver of wilderness
circles the open window where
an inexorable blue
spends its sky.
Speak the word
your half-wild coyote soul
is unlocking,
in its faltering vein of dream.
More Nothing is loose in you
than you can hope
to follow.

I put together this found poem Friday evening using William Stafford's wonderful collection of poems The Way It Is. 


  1. "More Nothing is loose in you
    than you can hope
    to follow."

    Oh my. Now there's a line that won't wear off. Beautiful.

  2. and it is true, too. Thank you.

  3. The words and photo go well together, Laura.

  4. How wonderful that this emerged from Stafford's work. Thanks for seeking out the poem and sharing it.


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I live at the edge of the forest in a little town in the north Georgia mountains. I teach sixth grade Language Arts and am writing a memoir of sorts about family, spirituality, and narrative. I am also exploring a possible writing project having to do with contemporary lay contemplative experience and how it might be informed by the Desert Fathers and Mothers of early Christianity. I am a relatively recent convert to Roman Catholicism and an admirer of Pope Francis, Leonardo Boff, Joan Chittister, and Richard Rohr. I'm a Lay Associate of Our Lady of the Holy Spirit Monastery in Conyers, Georgia. I am interested in indigenous cultures, narratives, and spirituality, especially how these can inform my spirituality as a lay contemplative. I write, read, take pictures, play around with creating ephemera from paper and cloth and other organic things. I cook, hike, watch wildlife, and collect random bits of interesting oddness, both tangible and abstract. I am a seer of smallness and a caretaker of ridiculous minutiae. If you want, e-mail me at or