Journal, October 26, 2016

we-are-three-9780961891602I am again reading Rumi, We Are Three: Translations by Coleman Barks. Inside the back cover, I find a gift.

I had written a poem there, dated 4.21.1991, and there was also a revision on the facing page, dated 5.28.2002. I smile thinking of that saying, “A Poem is Never Finished, Only Abandoned.” Since I don’t much like the word abandoned, I reconsider.

This poem will not be abandoned, because I find myself working on another revision as my memory of that long ago day becomes vivid:

The Santa Barbara Bird Refuge

A goose stands on one leg at water’s edge;
it’s long neck stretches over a glassy sheen,
and a squat duck on one leg,
pecks under its wings.

Similarities and differences jostle
to make an imprint on my perception.
Feathers ruffle in the wind.

A silver cloud floats across the sky
like a large, slow barge.
The carnival of my mind
shuts down.

And the longing for which I yearn,
bursts into into light
like a golden swan rising up.


  1. Cathy said:

    Yum, that was good for the soul. Thank you!

    November 8, 2016
    • Gudrun Mouw said:

      Thank You!

      November 8, 2016
  2. Lerha said:

    Gudrun I love how your soul speaks through your words…thank you!

    November 8, 2016
    • Gudrun Mouw said:

      Thank you, It takes a while, sometimes, to notice things.

      December 2, 2016

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