Wintry Wanderings

Keeping Quiet

Now we will count to twelve and we will all keep still

for once on the face of the earth, let’s not speak in any language;

let’s stop for a second, and not move our arms too much.

It would be an exotic moment without rush, without engines;

we would all be together in a sudden strangeness.

Fisherman in the cold sea would not harm the whales

and the man gathering salt would not hurt his hands.

Those who prepare green wars, wars with gas, wars with fire,

victories with no survivors, would put on clean clothes

and walk about with their brothers in the shade, doing nothing.

What I want should not be confused with total inactivity.

Life is what it is about…

If we were not so single-minded about keeping our lives moving,

and for once could do nothing, perhaps a huge silence

might interrupt this sadness of never understanding ourselves

and of threatening ourselves with death.

Perhaps the earth can teach us as when everything seems to be dead

in winter and later proves to be alive. Now I’ll count to twelve

and you keep quiet and I will go.

~ Pablo Neruda

5 thoughts on “Wintry Wanderings

  1. Hi Aunt B! There are two babies in this post! The first, alligator-outfitted baby is my college roommate’s first child. And the second baby is a twin! There are just so many ridiculously cute babies.

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