What Song, Then?

One of many of Kathleen Norris' terrific poems. 

What Song, Then? 

When my life is alien soil

and a wind

like fear

makes restless ground

of all I have done—

what song, then,

to send out roots

that will drink the rain

that does not come—

how could I sing?

Watch light come

from dark and mist rise

from waters

as sky and shore

emerge out of night

and a tree half-green

half-bare.

Half-afraid of what is in me

(though God has called it good)

I sob over nothing,

desires I cannot name.

Sing us, they say,

a song you remember…