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Deborah J. Brasket, Denise Levertov, granddaughter, grandparenting, life, National Poetry Month, poetry, Primary Wonder, wonder
Primary Wonder, Age Three
Walking with our granddaughter
Whispering and waving
Our wings
Sniffing for bats.
What do you smell grandma?
Trees
What do you smell grandpa?
Clouds
by Deborah J. Brasket
Inspired from a backyard outing with our granddaughter after re-reading this poem by Denise Levertov.
Primary Wonder
Days pass when I forget the mystery.
Problems insoluble and problems offering
their own ignored solutions
jostle for my attention, they crowd its antechamber
along with a host of diversions, my courtiers, wearing
their colored clothes; cap and bells.
And then
once more the quiet mystery
is present to me, the throng’s clamor
recedes: the mystery
that there is anything, anything at all,
let alone cosmos, joy, memory, everything,
rather than void: and that, O Lord,
Creator, Hallowed One, You still,
hour by hour sustain it.
by Denise Levertov
Deborah J. Brasket 