Thursday, September 2, 2010


The fountain in Dupont Circle.

Some folks have asked me about the image in the new banner, what it is and what does the key unlock. M.S. Merwin says it best. Thanks again to (Not Plain) Jane who introduced me to this poem a long time ago.


What the eye sees is a dream of sight
what it wakes to
is a dream of sight

and in the dream
for every real lock
there is only one real key
and it’s in some other dream
now invisible

it’s the key to the one real door
it opens the water and the sky both at once
it’s already in the downward river
with my hand on it
my real hand

and I am saying to the hand

open the river

Potomac River with the breeze skipping across its surface.


willow said...

WONderful piece of poetry. And lovely images, as always, Reya. Perfect new header.

Reya Mellicker said...

Thanks, Willow!!

Everton Terrace said...

I'm wandering through the lines, "for every real lock there is only one real key". So many layers. The fountain is beautiful, I would love to see it.

Linda Sue said...

So that is what is meant by "talk to the hand"...Beautiful poem beautiful shots-
BTW- re: comment: we did do weeks of acupuncture to the tune of over a thousand dollars, also prednisone, also chiropractory...and lymph node massage stuff...tried everything but it just has to heal in it's own time if it ever will...I guess.Sucks- no body seems to know diddly about it...just that it might go away.

California Girl said...

that is a lovely moving piece of poetry.

how are you faring in this heat?

Reya Mellicker said...

I am so over the heat. When the hurricane passes, it's supposed to cool down. Wish we were getting some rain but supposedly we won't.

Steve Reed said...

I like the poem, though I'm not sure what it means! :)

Reya Mellicker said...

Steve, the poem is about true love.