Sunday, November 28, 2010

hope is the thing with feathers

So yesterday at Mass Father Christopher built his sermon around the first line of an Emily Dickinson poem, "Hope is the thing with feathers". And, because I have more nerve than common sense, I wrote a poem that refers to her poem.

Hope is the thing with feathers
flashing past the sun,
catching your eye and giving you a reason

To reach out
and flick the clouds away
fingernails smooth
since you finally learned
not to chew them.

But you can't stop your knee from bouncing
180 beats a minute
-should have one skinny leg-
it pistons away
a pop-off valve for

Your soul

gives the thing
with feathers
a place to perch
(patient haven)
while you glare at the sun
and clouds surge.

1 comment:

The Krentz Family said...

Hi Amy! I found your blog!! I love your poem. I actually went to BS with the kids this morning, and remembered why I miss it so much... great sermon, great ambiance, great music... Too bad Jesse was such a huge pain and I spent half the service in the back room...