Word Acts: Being Away
So I walk the park drafting
things running through me and here's
the main thing, there's nothing there
Poet Lawrence Willson tells of a time of new awareness.
Being away months from words
I can today see through things,
forgetting the names I force
upon the things by my bent
And seeing through things I see
things not as they are known but
as they be-unknown - in their
unknowing stilling presence
So I walk the park drafting
things running through me and here's
the main thing, there's nothing there
save emptying still joy swells
The dry crusted ground, gutted
by summer's drought, bares my drift,
empties my own-self-being
while all the while drafting me
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This poem first appeared here
http://www.allrivers.org/Voices_of_Diversity_Articles.html.
