summer-inspired

Philosophy in Warm Weather

Now all the doors and windows
are open, and we move so easily
through the rooms.  Cats roll
on the sunny rugs, and a clumsy wasp
climbs the pane, pausing
to rub a leg over her head.

All around physical life reconvenes.
The molecules of our bodies must love
to exist: they whirl in circles
and seem to begrudge us nothing.
Heat, Horatio,
heat makes them
put this antic disposition on!

This year’s brown spider
sways over the door as I come
and go.  A single poppy shouts
from the far field, and the crow,
beyond alarm, goes right on
pulling up the corn.

– Jane Kenyon, from The Boat of Quiet Hours (1986)

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