Standing at the threshold

from I Am Waiting
by Lawrence Ferlinghetti

I am waiting
to get some intimations
of immortality
by recollecting my early childhood
and I am waiting
for the green mornings to come again
youth’s dumb green fields come back again
and I am waiting
for some strains of unpremeditated art
to shake my typewriter
and I am waiting to write
the great indelible poem
and I am waiting
for the last long careless rapture
and I am perpetually waiting
for the fleeing lovers on the Grecian Urn
to catch each other up at last
and embrace
and I am waiting
perpetually and forever
a renaissance of wonder

We talked at mindfulness group this week about the difficulty of waiting, of the uncertainty of being “in-between,” standing at the threshold waiting for the door to open. Here is a meditation for this time of waiting, as we start to step back gingerly into the world.

Fire tower meditation

At our mindfulness group this week (on Zoom) we talked about breathing, living when the world is on fire, and fire towers. One member had tried to climb a fire tower the previous weekend only to find it was locked. I’m posting it here in case you might find it helpful. And enjoy this picture of a tower–it’s near Amherst, MA, and I climbed it a number of times a lifetime ago when I spent a fall in the tower

Mars Occultation

For Dosho Port


Like a magician palming

a quarter the moon

hides mars behind its back.

Sun rising as mars reappears

so that even the moon grows

pale and transparent

fades into blue sky.

I stand in the cold air

growing thinner myself.


Magician, assistant, audience

all disappear what

magic is this?