it is a serious thing // just to be alive / on this fresh morning / in this broken world.
... Let us risk the wildest places, Lest we go down in comfort, and despair.
It is better for the heart to break, than not to break.
I climb, I backtrack. I float. I ramble my way home.
I was hurrying through my own soul . . . I was leaning out . . . I was listening.
I worked probably 25 years by myself, just writing and working, not trying to publish much, not giving readings.