“It may be that when we no longer know what to do,

we have come to our real work

and when we no longer know which way to go,

we have begun our real journey.

The mind that is not baffled is not employed.

The impeded stream is the one that sings.”

― Wendell Berry

Stream of Consciousness

Maybe I’ve been sitting by the wrong stream.

Its quiet depth and broad shoulders

have me nodding off.

I sought peace away from the paradoxes,

away from the tinkering creek

of arias and punk rap rhythms

and water rolling over bands of rocks.

It’s time the sound of the shallows

penetrate the deep space of the soul.

I’m heading upstream, above the tributaries,

where water flows over pebbles,

and jigs off the impediments

like a singing tap dancer.

“To everything there is a season.” Ecclesiastes