Thresh, Hold To separate what one needs From what one doesn’t Means to let the wind carry The chaff away While holding onto the seed Then holding some of that Back from the mill For sowing And to do this again And again Balancing on the threshold Between the last year and the next Neither out nor in But standing in the doorway Without blocking it One hand closed The other open
Austin, having finally just replaced our decrepit front door, rebuilding the opening and placing a brand new oak threshold beneath the rehabilitated Urban Ore glazed door, and waking to the reality of a massive generational transition in our body politic, this poem resonates warmly.
Austin, having finally just replaced our decrepit front door, rebuilding the opening and placing a brand new oak threshold beneath the rehabilitated Urban Ore glazed door, and waking to the reality of a massive generational transition in our body politic, this poem resonates warmly.