Thursday, July 3, 2008

Little by Little

"So much of any year is flammable,
lists of vegetables, partial poems.
Orange swirling flame of days,
so little is a stone.

Where there was something and suddenly isn’t,
an absence shouts, celebrates, leaves a space.
I begin again with the smallest numbers."
-Naomi Shihab Nye, from "Burning the Old Year"

1 comment:

Kirsten said...

Of what are those delightful circles made?