Books by the old Leather Chair

  • Snow In The Summer
  • My Bible
  • The Power of Silence
  • What Comes Next and to Like It
  • Encore Provence
  • A Year in Provence

Saturday, July 26, 2014

The Moment

The moment when, after many years
of hard work and a long voyage
you stand in the center 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 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~~~

This poem speaks
to this "One Woman's Heart"
in a thousand ways.

There is so much I do not know at this time of life,
mostly about health issues and relationships.
I will continue doing all I know to do
about these issues.
One thing I do know is
I have landed in these late years
exactly where I am suppose to be...


Anvilcloud said...

A profound poem by Atwood.

Pienosole said...

Thank you for sharing this. Happy Saturday!

Wisewebwoman said...

I love Atwood, as I was reading it I was thinking: OWJ but it owns YOU and there it was.

I feel exactly the same.


Balisha said...

I've never read anything of Atwood's. I'll have to check this out. I did enjoy the writing.
I often feel that I am right where I am supposed to be. It's a good feeling at our age.
Have a nice weekend,

Tabor said...

I think it is important to realize and accept our transience in this place. We do so want to leave a mark, but very few of us leave a lasting mark.

Judy said...

I don't quite feel like I am where I belong--but it is good enough and I do what I can to make it feel comfortable.

Barb said...

Oh - I agree. We are in charge of only ourselves - even at that, not in control!

One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods. said...

Anvilcloud, Pienosole, WWW,
Balisha, Tabor, Judy and Barb (visit again)
thanks to all for visiting...

kerrdelune said...

Always loved this poem, and it is a joy to find it here. Warm thoughts and much affection are flowing your way...

One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods. said...

Cate, :)