I Love this Bly poem today on Writer's Almanac:
Nailing a Dock Together
by Robert Bly
The dock is done, pulled out in the lake. How I love
Putting my wet foot
On the boards I sawed myself!
It is a ladder stretching back to land.
So many secrets are still hidden.
A walker digs up a tin box with secrets
And then joyfully buries it again
So that the night and day will remain fresh.
The horse stands penned, but is also free.
It is a horse whose neck human
Beings have longed to touch for centuries.
He stands in a stable of invisible wood.
- Robert Bly from Like the New Moon, I Will Live My Life. © White Pine Press, 2015.
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