Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing
there is a field. I’ll meet you there.
Rumi, 13th c. Islamic poet
Surely there is a place where we can meet.
Perhaps a high mountain meadow
where the armies below
move like tiny insects
and the guns of destruction
are only faint poofs in the distance.
A place where we can sit
and speak of our homes and our loved ones:
sons, daughters, grandchildren.
Tell how beautiful and wonderful they are;
laugh about the funny things
that have happened to them and to us
and of the celebrations—the weddings,
births and family gatherings we have
been a part of and the joys we have known.
Our eyes will mist over as we tell of deaths
and sadnesses we have lived through.
We will nod and give pats of comfort
to each other because we have been there.
We will share food and drink,
savor new tastes, offer new toasts.
There will be so many kinds of music
and so many dances to learn
and we will rejoice in being who we are.
We will like and respect all others
for who they are….if we can just
find the way up the mountain
to that high green field.
from: All In Good Season
Barbara Larsen believes in the power and truth of poetry and in its ability to connect with the hearts and minds of its readers. She has published seven books of poetry of which the latest combines journal excerpts and poetry. Larsen was chosen Poet Laureate of Door County for 2011—2013.