Kay Ryan - Iyengar II, Aug 18

I loved the imagery of this piece from our former US Poet Laureate 2008-2010. Do we always understand, ever understand what we organize our lives around? Internally and externally?

Odd Blocks

Every Swiss-village

calendar instructs

as to how stone

gathers the landscape

around it, how

glacier-scattered

thousand-ton

monuments to

randomness become

fixed points in

finding home.

Order is always

starting over.

And why not

also in the self,

the odd blocks,

all lost and left,

become first facts

toward which later

a little town

looks back?