Staying at Home


Now since I’ve learned that while I stay
I can make quiet bear and pay,
I care less if no callers come.
I sound my thought with quiet’s plumb,
And study down the gold in bread
All day until my hunger’s fed.
The less my eyes are on the door,
The greater do I trust the floor
And what is under it, the cool
Dark soil that will forever rule.
At dawn I rise to use the sun.
By noon my work is often done.
But in the eve, like skimming cream,
I take the day and skim its dream
To drink and make my spirit light.
I stay at home to stay in flight.