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Poetry at Carol Woods

November 14, 2016 -

On this fall day, we hope you enjoy some idle time, as beautifully expressed in this poem by one of our talented Carol Woods residents. 

Idleness has its uses 
One might look at a bird 
and actually see it 
without naming 
Becoming the bird
in its way of being 
And being surprised by a new intelligence.
Breathing in the breeze as it goes through the trees
And feeling the bending of the limbs 
in the swaying of one's own body.
Taking in the red of the first changing leaves
Life emanating in this way from this tree's being. 
There are indeed uses 
for this liminal state
If only to release once and for all
One's own smallness.

--Ann Witherspoon