Having Come This Far
I’ve been through what my through was to be
I did what I could and couldn’t
I was never sure how I would get there
I nourished an ardor for thresholds
for stepping stones and for ladders
I discovered detour and ditch
I swam in the high tides of greed
I built sandcastles to house my dreams
I survived the sunburns of love
No longer do I hunt for targets
I’ve climbed all the summits I need to
and I’ve eaten my share of lotus
Now I give praise and thanks
for what could not be avoided
and for every foolhardy choice
I cherish my wounds and their cures
and the sweet enervations of bliss
My book is an open life
I wave goodbye to the absolutes
and send my regards to infinity
I’d rather be blithe than correct
Until something transcendent turns up
I splash in my poetry puddle
and try to keep God amused.
~ James Broughton ~
(Packing Up For Paradise: New and Selected Poems 1946-1996)
Photo by Eric Kilby via Wikimedia
If you’re interested in more by James Broughton, go to Packing Up for Paradise.
