Poems have a different music from ordinary language
On the trail you have time to think, and while hiking you can turn over in your mind a poem that you are trying to understand better, or work on memorizing a poem that you love. One of my favorites:
Uncanny to realize one was here, so much
came before the awareness of being here.
Then to suspect your place here was yours only
because no one else wanted or would have it.
A site, a setting, and you the matter to fill it,
though you guessed it could never be filled.
Therefore, as much as a presence, you were a problem,
a task; insoluble, so optional, so illicit.
Then the first understanding: that you
yourself were the difficult thing to be done.
At this link you can see some of My Favorite Poetry on Google Drive.
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