In case you missed this poem, Walking Home, posted by the Writer’s Almanac today…it’s another gem from Marie Howe. If you have not heard her interviewed by Krista Tippett of On Being, you might check that out as well. I’d love to hear your thoughts on this poem.
Everything dies, I said. How had that started?
A tree? The winter? Not me, she said.
And I said, Oh yeah? And she said, I’m reincarnating.
Ha, she said, See you in a few thousand years!
Why years, I wondered, why not minutes? Days?
She found that so funny—Ha Ha—doubled over—
Years, she said, confidently.
I think you and I have known each other a few lifetimes, I said.
She said, I have never before been a soul on this earth.
(It was cold. We were hungry.) Next time, you be the mother, I said.
No way, Jose, she said, as we turned the last windy corner.
“Walking Home” from Magdalene by Marie Howe. Copyright © 2017 by Marie Howe. W.W. Norton & Company, Inc.