One day people will touch and talk perhaps
And loving be natural as breathing and warm as
And people will untie themselves, as string is unknotted,
Unfold and yawn and stretch and spread their fingers,
Unfurl, uncurl like seaweed returned to the sea,
And work will be simple and swift
as a seagull flying,
And play will be casual and quiet
as a seagull settling,
And the clocks will stop, and no one will wonder
or care or notice,
And people will smile without reason,
Even in winter, even in the rain.
This poem was written by the British poet Tessimond in the first half of the last century and introduced to me by my dear friend John Hillman a few years ago. It has a timeless quality, sounding as relevant today, perhaps more so, than when it was written.
I love the imagery of people untying themselves as string is unknotted, unfolding, unfurling – all the language of tightly curled bodies as we perhaps find ourselves now. Uncurled, like seaweed returned to the sea, which if you have ever seen it, is so liquid and languorous and supple.
Work will be simple and swift, play will be casual and quiet. Imagine. Without struggle, just as natural and normal as breathing. And the clocks will stop because we will not need them – time will take on a new dimension.
And people will smile without reason as we do when we are at ease with ourselves, when we feel part of the larger community of this world. Even in winter, even in the rain – because weather will not define us, will not inhibit us.
And so, this is his daydream. Perhaps it may be yours also – to live more effortlessly, as I believe we long to live. Perhaps it is a dream we will embody as we move forward into our new unknown world. Regardless, it is a daydream worth dreaming.
11 thoughts on “Day Dream by A.S. J. Tessimond”
This poem feels like a massage – I feel my body relax into it and my breath release itself. This is a beautiful poem. Thank you – I will feel it’s presence throughout this day and I will feel lighter.
Poetry as massage, love the concept Lisa, thanks for this. xoxox
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Jan, this is such a sweet, hopeful poem and your comments with it are just what I need today, caught as I was for a while in an awful, cynical thread of comments to an Op Ed in my local paper. To imagine that one day we will look at each other with respect, with patience and good humor and actually talk about differing ideas without cynicism and insult is so foreign right now. That we might actually find ease and play in one another’s company. I find myself breathing a deep sigh of release, turning away from the dreadful tone of the collective tossing of words at each other, to where the birds are flitting in and out to my feeder, making space for one another or taking turns, chittering and chatting. This is the world I want to live in. Be well, dear friend, and I hope you too find some easefullness in your day. Love, Wendy
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I have been following the dreadful situation in your home town Wendy and your strong voice of wisdom which is so necessary even if it doesn’t change the situation, still important for others to hear. So yes, breathe, imagine, let us take our cues from the cheerful springtime birds. May you too finds some ease and beauty in your day dear heart. xoxoxox
thanks Jan…seems appropriate for the timesRich
yes, especially considering when it was written! xoxox
One day. ..
Well chosen. It feels so relevant, as though it had been penned today. A reminder of what we have taken for granted and what we hope for I this unknown future.
so true Judy, all we have taken for granted, all we wish for in our future. xoxox
Yes please!!! Sign me up – bring on the day dream :O) thanks so much Jan
You’ve long been signed up for this day dream Maureen 🙂 xoxo