It is terribly hot tonight in Palo Alto and I cannot think or make myself page through the poetry books populating my room or spend even one more minute typing on the laptop burning my legs.So I just asked my friend Tom, who is a good poet himself, for a recommendation. And this is what he suggested and I love it.
“Trying to Pray”–James Wright
This time, I have left my body behind me, crying
In its dark thorns.
Still,
There are good things in this world.
It is dusk.
It is the good darkness
Of women’s hands that touch loaves.
The spirit of a tree begins to move.
I touch leaves.
I close my eyes and think of water.
live in the layers 