Thursday, May 10, 2007
~:B E I N G • Q U I E T:~
Why I love to be alone, to be quiet, to listen to my thoughts. Being alone renews me. Recharges my batteries. Gives me the need for people again. This is the gift of introversion.
So how do you do recharge yourself?
by Mark Strand
I have carried it with me each day: that morning I took
my uncle's boat from the brown water cove
and headed for Mosher Island.
Small waves splashed against the hull
and the hollow creak of oarlock and oar
rose into the woods of black pine crusted with lichen.
I moved like a dark star, drifting over the drowned
other half of the world until, by a distant prompting,
I looked over the gunwale and saw beneath the surface
a luminous room, a light-filled grave, saw for the first time
the one clear place given to us when we are alone.
Poem by mark stand. Painting by Andrew Wyeth.