When I walk past
the fragrant forest
after heavy rain,
which smells like
the freshest salad
you ever ate,
some vegetation
from Otherworld
that when eaten
makes you feel alive,
then I listen, listen
and there is
nothing, nothing but.
When it is almost dusk
and the horizon is tinged
with the most delicate
hint of lavender,
against it dark
silhouettes of tiny
fruit-tree branches,
I listen, listen
there is nothing, nothing but.
When I pass the small mountain
rising like a god
impressing the night
and the still liquid sky,
I listen, listen
and there is nothing, nothing.
But nothing is something
curious and rich,
and I have heard it.
—Linda Ann Suddarth
Linda Ann Suddarth sees the creative life as a vital expression of the psyche. Linda has been writing poetry for thirty years and has published in many poetry journals. She has a BFA in painting; an interdisciplinary MA in Aesthetic Studies; and a PhD in Mythological Studies with an emphasis in Depth Psychology. Linda is on the Board of Directors for the C. G. Jung Society of North Texas, and teaches English and Art at Richland College in Dallas.
Her blog is www.lindawordandimage.blogspot.com, and she can be reached at linsudd (at) aol (dot) com.
