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NO HURRY TO FIND OUT by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer

It is so wonderful to have a close friend you can talk about everything with...


I am lucky to have several friends like this. One of them, Joan May, has been my Monday walking partner for several years, and on our Monday walks we talk about mundane things, like what to feed our children. But also the biggest questions, such as "Who am I really?" and "What is happiness?" 

With Joan, there's never a sense that we need to actually answer the question. Our discussions often dissolve into a sense of wonder and openness, even delight in not knowing. I wrote this poem after one such Monday excursion up toward Briday Veil Falls outside of Telluride.


No Hurry to Find Out



Joan asks me what happens after we die,
and I don’t know, but I do know
how to stand beside the river
and see a shrine in every rock I find,

which is how I spent the day yesterday.
And I know that walking today
in the snow, every step felt like
a prayer, which is to say

I feel so very lucky to be alive,
even though I don’t know who
the prayer is to—nor what the point
of praying is—except that on days like today

I overspill with gratitude
and it feels so good to say thank you
for this life that happens before we know
what happens after we die.




(Click on the play button below to hear Rosemerry recite her poem 
and take in the beautiful scenery she and her friend Joan May walked in that day.) 




Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer has written a poem a day for over seven years. She is mother of two young children and a grown step-daughter. She lives in Southwest Colorado, where she practices Satsang with Joi Sharp and works as a parent educator for Parents as Teachers. Her favorite four-word mantra: I am still learning. Favorite one word mantra: adjust. Her newest book, The Less I Hold, comes out from Turkey Buzzard Press in November, 2012. For resources, writing prompts and articles on writing, visit her website here, or her daily poeming here.



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Comments

  1. Simple. Beautiful. And I so enjoyed the walk in the snow. I used to live in the mountains of Colorado and now I'm in San Francisco. There is a beauty to the mountain snows that is quiet and sublime.

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