Your cup of instant coffe by the bed
Cold as the sixties...and you chat with me
You never liked it easy for too long.
For you,hardness authenticates,and when
Things get too easy,well you make them hard.
How glad I am to be back at your school
Where it's through contradictions that I learn.
Obsessive and detached,ardent and cool,
You make me think of rock thrown free to turn
At the globe's side,both with and not with us,
Keeping yourself in a companioable
Chilled orbit by the simultaneous
Repulsion and attraction to it all.
The wider that adolescent uncertainty of everything,
the sharper was the beauty of that horrible little lake.
But when the wind took over!
It was like an impulse of freedom,
thing but no thing,
here and nowhere,
known only by result.
Though the wind was like impulse,it was not impulse.
It was formed by it,I was formed
by the exercice it gave me.
I became robust standing against it,
as I breathed it so gladly.
The trees resisted,stood, and gradually bent.The deep grass accepted,bending at once.
I walked from the lake through
the glum shine of the suburban wood.
The wind blew against me till
I tingled with knowledge.
The swiftly changing
played upon the slowly changing.
