We watched bits and pieces of Beautiful Ohio yesterday, and this beautiful poem concluded the movie. Lines of it continued to reverberate in my thoughts through the day, and into the morning. I must have more of his work.


the thin path (chard deNiord)
The quiet I keep on the thin path
to the beach is the hardest.
The sound
of our talk below and the waves unrolling
against the shore of broken stones
is an oracle, my future now
of loving you.
I am caught beneath
the tilt of maples and cry of difference
between ten thousand things: leaf
and stone, rail and wave,
me you.
I feel old
in this descent; naming blossoms
along the trail: hyacinth, lilac
and roses.
I feel a table has
been righted in my heart, and I
am ready now to place a vase
at its center with a single flower.