Some Place
--Robert Creeley 
I resolved it, I
found in my life a
center and secured it. 
It is the house,
trees beyond, a term
of view encasing it. 
The weather
reaches only as some
wind, a little 
deadened sighing. And
if the life weren't?
when was something to 
happen, had I secured
that-had I, had
I, insistent. 
There is nothing I am
nothing not. A place
between I am. I am 
more than thought, less
than thought. A house
with winds, but a distance 
-something loose in the wind,
feeling weather as that life
walks toward the lights he left.

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