On this first day of April, the first day of both National Poetry Month and National Autism Awareness Month, I share this image of quiet, stillness, beauty, peace, and promise.   The photo was taken by Benj’s great-uncle Pete and sent to Benj in a special 13th birthday email a few weeks ago.  As Uncle Pete wrote to Benj, “if you look very carefully—[you can see] small pink buds emerging on the tree branch.”

Thinking tonight about the value and preciousness of poetry, and of the value and preciousness of my autistic son, I look at this photo and remember Wordsworth’s famous lines:

“All good poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility.”

and Whitman’s assertion:

“If [the poet] breathes into any thing that was before thought small it dilates with the grandeur and life of the universe.”

To me, this photo epitomizes emotion recollected in tranquility, brims with and breathes a poetic spirit, and dilates with the grandeur and life of the universe.  It also symbolizes the fragility, the vulnerability, and the beauty of every human life.

Uncle Pete’s admonition to “look very carefully” also reminds me of one of my favorite poems, by the Wordsworthian Mary Oliver:

 

Praying

 

It doesn’t have to be

the blue iris, it could be

weeds in a vacant lot, or a few

small stones; just

pay attention, then patch

 

a few words together and don’t try

to make them elaborate, this isn’t

a contest but the doorway

 

into thanks, and a silence in which

another voice may speak.

 

A Doorway Into Thanks Indeed . . .