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.

Robert Creeley

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