And I Walked, I Walked

Any Fool Can Take A Bad Line Out Of A Poem; It Takes A Real Pro To Throw Out A Good Line.

I Lose And Find Myself In The Long Water. I Am Gathered Together Once More.

(i Measure Time By How A Body Sways.)

When I Go Mad, I Call My Friends By Phone: I Am Afraid They Might Think They're Alone.

I Can Hear, Underground, That Sucking And Sobbing, In My Veins, In My Bones I Feel It,- The Small Water Seeping Upward, The Tight Grains Parting At Last. When Sprouts Break Out, Slippery As Fish, I Quail, Lean To Beginnings, Sheath-wet.