Too Anxious For Rivers

Look down the long valley and there stands a mountain

That someone has said is the end of the world.

Then what of this river that having arisen

Must find where to pour itself into and empty?

I never saw so much swift water run cloudless.

Oh, I have been often too anxious for rivers

To leave it to them to get out of their valleys.

The truth is the river flows into the canyon

Of Ceasing-to-Question-What-Doesn't-Concern-Us,

As sooner or later we have to cease somewhere.

No place to get lost like too far in the distance.

It may be a mercy the dark closes round us

So broodingly soon in every direction.

The world as we know is an elephant's howdah;

The elephant stands on the back of a turtle;

The turtle in turn on a rock in the ocean.

And how much longer a story has science

Before she must put out the light on the children

And tell them the rest of the story is dreaming?

"You children may dream it and tell it tomorrow."

Time was we were molten, time was we were vapor. What set us on fire and what set us revolving, Lucretius the Epicurean might tell us Twas something we knew all about to begin with And needn't have fared into space like his master To find 'twas the effort, the essay of love.

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