That’s the title of the poem I read today by Mary Oliver. It’s about not living life at a safe distance, about being present right now, here, this instant to this world, this neigborhood, this street, this leaf in front of your face.  I took this photo (oops, a kind of distancing in itself) on my walk today down to an old burned-out bridge that has been turned into a kind of park/promenade that stops halfway across the water. The sun was out but the breeze had a cool serrated edge, warning that winter is coming winter is coming. I passed people walking dogs and fishing, sails bellied out like laundry, marsh opening into a view of the Intracoastal Waterway and the harbor, a few white clouds on a clean blue sky. All of us in a little snowglobe without snow, a Sunday afternoon bubble of timelessness. 

3 Responses to ““Have You Ever Tried to Enter the Long Black Branches?””

  1. ida b. says:

    Your frequent postings have made my heart smile.

  2. Pat says:

    I have experienced that feeling many times before. Why can’t we do it all the time? You are an excellent writer…..and the photo is quite beautiful. I envy you being able to walk near water. Have a wonderful Monday…..Pat

  3. tami says:

    Mary Oliver – I keep her poems by my bed and by the couch. She never fails to touch me.
    It is difficult to “be here”, “now”. I’m trying.

    Love your blog and your music!