A little too abstract, a little too wise, <br />It is time for us to kiss the earth again, <br />It is time to let the leaves rain from the skies, <br />Let the rich life run to the roots again. <br />I will go to the lovely Sur Rivers <br />And dip my arms in them up to the shoulders. <br />I will find my accounting where the alder leaf quivers <br />In the ocean wind over the river boulders. <br />I will touch things and things and no more thoughts, <br />That breed like mouthless May-flies darkening the sky, <br />The insect clouds that blind our passionate hawks <br />So that they cannot strike, hardly can fly. <br />Things are the hawk's food and noble is the mountain, Oh noble <br />Pico Blanco, steep sea-wave of marble.<br /><br />Robinson Jeffers<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/return/
