Caves Beach (September 2006)

I wrote another poem:

Craving stillness, craving beauty:
Neither an overwhelming surge
Dissolving my borders away,
Nor the cold comfort of seeing
Everything neatly in its place,
But the strong hammer-blow of grace
Straightening until I’m made true,
The ever-marching peace of life—
All brimming and overflowing—
Rather than a final silence.

Longing for a pulsing rhythm
Not leaving me listless, passive,
But quickening and anchoring
A beating heart outside myself,
Whetting even my dull appetite,
Like a gift that dispossesses…

(Jan 2009)


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