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The Thought of Something Else

This poem, lately, has been getting me through.

1.
A spring wind blowing
the smell of the ground
through the intersections of traffic,
the mind turns, seeks a new
nativity — another place,
simpler, less weighted
by what has already been.

Another place!
it’s enough to grieve me —
that old dream of going,
of becoming a better man
just by getting up and going
to a better place.

2.
The mystery. The old
unaccountable unfolding.
The iron trees in the park
suddenly remember forests.
It becomes possible to think of going

3.
–a place where thought
can take its shape
as quietly in the mind
as water in a pitcher,
or a man can be
safely without thought
–see the day begin
and lean back,
a simple wakefulness filling
perfectly
the spaces among the leaves.

-wendell berry 

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