tramping

    It couldn’t be planned,  it had to rise up out of the expanding moment, Moment, it was the very current of life (in its most exquisite banality) as deepest approving gesture, it couldn’t be scheduled like any bus trip it spoke rather out of the very weft of things, time, Time, this, This, you’d been looking elsewhere, crossing fingers, ‘spousing mantras, like grace it burst forth the inner significance unbeknownst & unheralded, one night, Night, in the act of surrender all’s won