It's Morning, And Again I Am That

There Were Times Over The Years When Life Was Not Easy, But If You're Working A Few Hours A Day And You've Got A Good Book To Read, And You Can Go Outside To The Beach And Dig For Clams, You're Okay.

At Blackwater Pond The Tossed Waters Have Settled After A Night Of Rain. I Dip My Cupped Hands. I Drink A Long Time. It Tastes Like Stone, Leaves, Fire. It Falls Cold Into My Body, Waking The Bones. I Hear Them Deep Inside Me, Whispering Oh What Is That Beautiful Thing That Just Happened?

I Was Hurrying Through My Own Soul . . . I Was Leaning Out . . . I Was Listening.

We Do Not Love Anything More Deeply Than We Love A Story.

If You Have Ever Gone Into The Woods With Me, I Must Love You Very Much.