The Promise of the Milky Way

I have some summer goals for 2013. Mostly they include getting outside and exploring areas that I wouldn’t venture in the long, cold winter. I want to get on the lake more (maybe finally getting a stand up paddleboarding session in), get out in the woods more, camp more, hike more, and stay up late looking at the stars which tend to bypass Chicago skies.

I found this great poem by Charles Wright today (one of my former creative writing professors at UVa, and an overall great guy). The poem is “A Short History of the Shadow” and it was published in Poetry Magazine, and these lines are just lovely:

Each word, as someone once wrote, contains the universe.
The visible carries all the invisible on its back.
I encourage you to read the whole poem. It’s really a beautiful study in looking out at the world when it’s at its most dead and desolate — the beginning of winter. The end of winter/ early spring really doesn’t look very different. Things are just as bare and spare in February (at least in Chicago) as they are in November. It’s the hope and promise of more — of spring and renewal and that hint of green, that keep us watching the sky.