--John Daniel
If the way is anywhere it's in
the dodge and mingle of mustard flowers
flattening as the wind comes on,
in the blue eucalyptus swirling wild
with a shimmer of water-sound,
and even in the stiff oak limbs
that stir as if remembering just now
what motion is. It doesn't seem
so difficult, this fluid amilessness,
this ease with which things bend
as they hold firm-- what flows in trees
and ripples silvery through the grass
is loosening my fear-bound spirit
that thinking tried and tried to free.
If I can learn this limbering,
if I can dance this earthly dance
like all things touched by the wind,
when the hour comes I might be ready
to swirl loose from all I know.
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