The Moment

The moment when, after many years
of hard work and a long voyage
you stand in the centre of your room,
house, half-acre, square mile, island, country,
knowing at last how you got there,
and say, I own this,

is the same moment when the trees unloose
their soft arms from around you,
the birds take back their language,
the cliffs fissure and collapse,
the air moves back from you like a wave
and you can’t breathe.

No, they whisper. You own nothing.
You were a visitor, time after time
climbing the hill, planting the flag, proclaiming.
We never belonged to you.
You never found us.
It was always the other way round.

~~ Margaret Atwood ~~


10 responses to “The Moment

  1. Wow! Thank you so much for introducing me to someone as talented as this woman. I had to read it over and over again to fully understand what the author tried to portray and I’m still not very sure if I figured her quite out. But, that’s the thing with poems, it’s not the writing of them, nor the reading of them that makes them so precious. It is the struggle to understand them and the emotions that accompany this struggle that make poems so worth it. Please, keep sharing poems that you like because it is truly a pleasure to read and decipher them. 🙂

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