No soldiers in the scenery,
No thoughts of people now dead,
As they were fifty years ago,
Young and living in a live air,
Young and walking in the sunshine,
Bending in blue dresses to touch something,
Today the mind is not part of the weather.
Today the air is clear of everything.
It has no knowledge except of nothingness
And it flows over us without meanings,
As if none of us had ever been here before
And are not now: in this shallow spectacle,
This invisible activity, this sense.
What are you noticing about the weather of your mind?
for Mindful Monday
Source: “A Clear Day and No Memories” by Wallace Stevens from Collected Poems. Vintage, 2015.
Photo credit: "There's no place like home," Rachel Kramer, 2011.