Creel____________________________
If Spirit is still and small—if a wisp of wind will do—then live a simple and unadorned life and do not be taken in by the thunder of your own mountain.
It is better to live level with the sea and weave life like a creel—a basket that is not as deep as you.
It is your soul that is threatened by the coming of every winter’s night and grace is a peasant thing. It is the small bit of halibut you savor by the fire.
If Spirit is still and small—if a wisp of wind will do—then live a simple and unadorned life and do not be taken in by the thunder of your own mountain.
It is better to live level with the sea and weave life like a creel—a basket that is not as deep as you.
It is your soul that is threatened by the coming of every winter’s night and grace is a peasant thing. It is the small bit of halibut you savor by the fire.
10/16/06
Note: I am unable to post the lines of this poem as they should actually appear. If someone would like a copy of the poem as it should scan, one is available.
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