Poem of the day/week/year/forever

July 6, 2017

My amazing friend and talented poet, Kelly Granito, posted this Margaret Atwood piece on social media today, and as I dive into my second book, its message of surrender feels so right.

 

 

The Moment

 

The moment when, after many years 
of hard work and a long voyage 
you stand in the centre of your room, 
house, half-acre, square mile, island, country, 
knowing at last how you got there, 
and say, I own this, 
is the same moment when the trees unloose 
their soft arms from around you, 
the birds take back their language, 
the cliffs fissure and collapse, 
the air moves back from you like a wave 
and you can't breathe. 
No, they whisper. You own nothing. 
You were a visitor, time after time 
climbing the hill, planting the flag, proclaiming. 
We never belonged to you. 
You never found us. 
It was always the other way round.


-Margaret Atwood

 

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