READY OR NOT

It seems now, in 

everything 

still to follow, 

nothing at all 

will rigidly follow.

We've been told

there is so much light 

we can't see,

but none 

that won't use us,

none 

that we might not 

someday be—

and that 

where words would never

dare to go, 

feeling 

still remains.

But nothing will change 

the feeling of dismay 

that the weather today

would dare be 

so fair 

or shame 

that food still tastes 

pretty good.

We think: if we could 

hurl ourselves hard 

into that wall of all experience 

and burst, in an instant, into 

frenzies of pigeons...

but no. Only you 

could do that 

and get away with it.