Forget roadside crossings.

Go nowhere with guns.

Go elsewhere your own way,



lonely and wanting. Or

stay and be early:

next to deep woods



inhabit old orchards.

All clearings promise.

Sunrise is good,



and fog before sun.

Expect nothing always;

find your luck slowly.



Wait out the windfall.

Take your good time

to learn to read ferns;



make like a turtle:

downhill toward slow water.

Instructed by heron,



drink the pure silence.

Be compassed by wind.

If you quiver like aspen



trust your quick nature:

let your ear teach you

which way to listen.



You've come to assume

protective color; now

colors reform to



new shapes in your eye.

You've learned by now

to wait without waiting;



as if it were dusk

look into light falling:

in deep relief



things even out. Be

careless of nothing. See

what you see.