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
 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
 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
 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
 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
 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
 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.
 I splash in my poetry puddle
and try to keep God amused.
~ James Broughton  ~
 (Packing Up For Pardise: New and  Selected Poems 1946-1996)
   

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