Sometimes

Sometimes, 

for no reason,

you sing. 

For no reason, 

you accept the way of being lost, 

cutting loose from all else 

and electing a world where you go 

where you want to. 

Arbitrary, a sound comes, 

a reminder that a steady center 

is holding all else. 

If you listen, that sound will tell where it is,  

and you can slide your way past trouble. 

Certain twisted monsters always bar the path—

but that’s when you get going best, 

glad to be lost,

learning how real it is here on the earth, 

again and again.

William Stafford


I need to reconnect with places and people I love -
places and people that are outside my state
and my state of mind.

I'm headed out West -
I'll be back.