Monday, September 29, 2008

A Poem For The New Year

At This Narrow Bridge Again -- A Poem
by Mary Walker Baron © 2007

Here we are again at this narrow bridge
Ready to begin our annual crossing --
Returned to this moment by ancient migratory
Patterns mapped in stone.
For a month we’ve wondered
What to bring – how best to pack and what to wear -- .
Difficult preparations even though
We try to make them every year.

I always over pack and now at this
Pre-crossing liminal moment I wonder –
Will I really need a flashlight?
If I haven’t yet read that issue of ‘Scientific American’
I bought on impulse last year at the Jet Blue
Terminal of JFK maybe I should admit
That I’ll never read it
And leave it behind.

I open my pack for a final inventory before
Stepping on to the bridge. Does my Zip Lock
Bag of anger weigh too much? Is my Nalgene
Bottle of tears absolutely necessary? Did I pack
Enough hope and forgiveness? Where is that
Stuff bag of patience I meant to take? Is there
Time to repack before I cross to the other side?
Is anyone less prepared than I?

Rav Nachman -- our tour guide – said that
The important thing is to not be afraid.
I just heard a scream. No wait. We’ve heard
That sound before -- our shrieking
Hollow filled with awe horn
Reminding us to watch our steps.
This bridge between our sunsets is, indeed,
Narrow. Each year we journey together we

Become better packers. We learn to travel
Lightly. The anger was too heavy. Tears once
Shed are gone forever. Maybe the flashlight is
Still a good idea. We make these crossings
Together to steady and prepare for the moment
We must cross the bridge alone – comforted by
Our yearly migrations to sacred moments at this
Fearless time.

6 comments:

Mary said...

It's been very difficult to get this window to pop up today. Then when it does, it pops up behind the written article. One does not notice right away. It usually pops up automatically when one clicks on the time the article was written. However, In my humble opinion the New Years Poem was profound. That those thoughts are extemporaneous tells me the depth and wealth of abilities you possess.

Mary said...

In keeping with the tradition of the High Holy Days, If I have said or done anything to offend you or yours...please forgive me!

Anonymous said...

Well stated - profound.

Anonymous said...

Well stated - profound.

Anonymous said...

Last statement was somehow posted twice - so I guess you deserve your praize Mary Walker Baron!

MaryWalkerBaron said...

Thank you twice.