Sweet stars, I’ll ask
a softer question:
Moon attend me to the
end. I’m here alone.
The feeling that one is on the
edge of many things: that
there are many worlds from
which we are separated by
only a film; that a flick
of the wrist, a turn
of the body another way
will bring us to a new world.
It is more than a perpetual
expectation … it is richness
and yet denial, this living a
half a step, as it were, from
what one should be. The
valleys are always green,
but only the eyes, never the
feet are there … The feeling
is always with us.
A pure light came,
and stole me away
from time.
Theodore Roethke
Morning light at Mount Field, Tasmania