further note to Clark
do you know how hard it is for me?
do you know what you’re asking?
what i can promise it to be water,
water plain and direct as Niagara.
unsparing of myself, unsparing of
the cliff i batter, but also unsparing
of you, tourist. the question for me is
how long can i cling to this edge?
the question for you is
what have you ever traveled toward
more than your own safety?
— Lucille Clifton
Another excellent retreat day, another gorgeous sunrise. It’s just too easy to get used to being in a place like this, too hard to think of heading home tomorrow.
In rhyme royal world, I continue to plod along. Can’t say I’m sad to see this month of rhyme royals come to an end!
A life so different
from any I can imagine,
I watch her, intent,
save herself one time and again,
wonder if she will ever win,
wonder who she’ll trust
to hold her, lift her to light from dust.