A Farewell to Arms

"The things of the night cannot be explained in the day, because they do not then exist."

~ Ernest Hemingway

Fight

Down
Down
Down
The plot thickens in the dust of days
Driving
I see the sun set over
Peaks
I've yet to know
And those dreams hemorrhage
Dripping life out onto the roads
I now travel
The day comes quick and the sun brings down
Down
Down
The need to try
To find the words that
Make
Sense
That could turn the earth into just
Another play thing
For the giants
The lords
Who rule the art of
Putting perfect plates
Before
Kings

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees, 
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting-
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
~ Mary Oliver