Hermit Poem

what happened has happened
     it is over now
whatever went wrong in my childhood
     was stupid
     but it was not crazy
     & for that I bow
I am rebuilding the house my father made
     in order to be alone
the birches & the clouds & the moss & the snow
     for all my travels
to be seeking & learning & testing the voice
     inside my body
     this wild heaven

Posted: Tue 17 Nov, 2009