Like a wide wake, rippling
Infinitely into the distance, everything
That ever was still is, somewhere...
~ Tracy K. Smith from "Everything That Ever Was" in LIFE ON MARS
I want to leave enough room in my heart
For the unexpected,
For the mistake that becomes knowing,
For knowing that becomes wonder,
For wonder that makes everything porous,
Allowing in and out
All available light...
So I will stay open
And companionably friendly,
With all that presses out from the heart
And comes in at a slant
And shimmers just below
The surface of things.