Cutting Loose
Sometimes from
sorrow, for
no reason,
you sing. For no reason, you accept
the way of being
lost,
cutting loose
from all else and electing a world
where you go
where you
want to.
sorrow, for
no reason,
you sing. For no reason, you accept
the way of being
lost,
cutting loose
from all else and electing a world
where you go
where you
want to.
Arbitrary, a
sound comes, a
reminder
that a steady center is holding
all else. If you listen,
that
sound
will tell you where it is and you
can slide your way past
trouble.
sound comes, a
reminder
that a steady center is holding
all else. If you listen,
that
sound
will tell you where it is and you
can slide your way past
trouble.
Certain twisted
monsters
always bar the path -- but that's when
you get going
best, glad
to be lost,
learning how real it is
here on earth, again and
again.
monsters
always bar the path -- but that's when
you get going
best, glad
to be lost,
learning how real it is
here on earth, again and
again.
~ William
Stafford
~
Stafford
~
(Dancing With Joy, ed. by
Roger Housden)
Roger Housden)