Heart Happy (cathy_edgett) wrote,
Heart Happy
cathy_edgett

Good Morning!!

The day is lively with bird song. We walked down to the junction for coffee. The sun was held like a softly lit face in a bonnet of gray.

My dreams were of bridges and Audrey Hepburn with her lovely, long neck stretched like the throat of a swan. 

I offer a poem by Alberto Rios from his book The Smallest Muscle in the Human Body.

You may now be wondering what is  the smallest muscle in the human body.  I Google and find out.  

        "The human body has about 650 muscles—we say “about” because there is some disagreement as to which muscles are seperate and that results in different muscle totals.
        Although the experts don’t agree on how many muscles there are in the human body, they do agree that the smallest muscle is the stapedius. Located in the middle ear, the stapedius is a mere 1.27 millimetres long. And what does such a miniscule muscle do? It controls the tiniest bone in the body, the stapes or stirrup bone. The stapes and two other bones conduct sound vibrations through the middle ear."

       Now that is important to know, and will certainly enrich your day. 

Here is a poem by Alberto Rios.


A PHYSICS OF SUDDEN LIGHT

This is just about light, how suddenly
One comes upon it sometimes and is surprised.

In light, something is lifted.
That is the property of light,

And in it one weighs less.
A broad and wide leap of light

Encountered suddenly, for a moment -
You are not where you were

But you have not moved.  It's the moment
That startles you up out of dream,

But the other way around:  It's the moment, instead,
That startles you into dream, makes you

Close your eyes - that kind of light, the moment
For which, in our language, we have only

The word surprise, maybe a few others,
But not enough.  The moment is regular

As with all the things regular
At the closing of the twentieth century:

A knowledge that electricity exists
Somewhere inside the walls;

That tonight the moon in some fashion will come out;
That cold water is good to drink.

The way taste slows a thing
On its way into the body.

Light, widened and slowed, so much of it:  It
Cannot be swallowed into the mouth of the eye,

Into the throat of the pupil, there is
So much of it.  But we let it in anyway,

Something in us knowing
The appropriate mechanism, the moment's lever.

Light, the slow moment of everything fast.
Like hills, those slowest waves, light,

That slowest fire, all
Confusion, confusion here

One more part of clarity:  In this light
You are not where you were but you have not moved.

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