RECENT POEM JUST PUBLISHED IN NEW ANTHOLOGY

Kaleidoscope: Lenses on Reality (The Chrysalis Reader) will be released on January 10, 2010, features Laurence’s poem “Driving West.” To order just click on Amazon.com

Description: "We all see things differently so much so that communication, community, and society may be minor miracles. Do others see us the way we see ourselves? How do our opinions color our reactions? How much do we read into what we see? The sixteenth installment of this anthology, the Chrysalis Reader, focuses on perception, both physical and spiritual. Writers from all walks of life share their poetry, short fiction, and essays on how life s twists and turns affect how we see ourselves, each other, and the world. These varied insights combine to form their own lens on reality, allowing the reader to see the world through other people’s eyes."

FIRST SNOW!

In the early hours of this morning it snowed!

For those living farther north this is commonplace, but for us living on the southernmost prow of the Blue Ridge (a finger of the Appalachian chain), it's a chancy thing. Each late fall we prognosticate on its likely hood during the coming winter, measure the black section on "wooly worms" in prophecy, consult the Farmer's Almanac. But we never know. We've had many snow-less winters, but on the other hand older residents can tell of 24+" snows that isolated every one for weeks in these steep sloped mountains and narrow valleys.

This first snow always brings out the child in us. The older among us can mutter that this can get quickly tiresome and make life difficult, but even their eyes brighten at this first snow. Surely it has this power exactly because it does conjure up the child in us, and reminds even the crusty curmudgeon that the child still lives somewhere inside each of us. But I think it is not just the innocence we associate with childhood, but the child's ability to see things newly. To witness first snow is to be reminded that we can still see things newly, and that what we call "the world" is a spectacular experience of transformation. First snow is proof of this.

So, a poem I've been waiting so long to post here:

OH, SNOW!

Oh, snow! clean
like forgetting, fresh
like remembering

- Laurence Holden, 2/27/08

Snow makes the world new. And as it does, it affects how we see ourselves. We in reply feel freshened. And this very real conversation reflects something that the 8th Century Zen master Kukei pointed to in "Singing Images of Fire":


"A hand moves, and the fire's whirling takes different
shapes.
...all things change when we do.
The first word, ah, blossoms into all others.
Each of them is true."

(trans. by Jane Hirschfield)

Thus, this morning I can say in reply:

First snow!
when all things change,
so do I.

First snow, or first word,
they each blossom into all the others.
Each of them is true.

A POEM FOR WINTER SOLSTICE

WHAT’S NEEDED

What’s needed
is water
and dark

moving to a time
as slow as roots

in a well

where silvered fish
swim

in a dream
of knowing

not caught
but foreseen.