The fog is a soft presence this morning as I view photos of the Northern Lights which though near, I didn’t see them right here.  Instead, I watched an interview of Jane Hirshfield with Michael Lerner at Commonweal and was deeply touched with inner light.

The interview concludes with her reading Little Soul poems, written to her first love as she accompanied him as he was dying.

Her wonderful poems are in her latest book The Asking.

Harness

Little soul,

you and I will become

the memory 

of a memory of a memory.

A horse

released of the traces

forgets the weight of the wagon.